blackvelvet55

Sea of Dreams

Storm's tempest dreams
In waves wash over me
And I breathe in
A white capped sea
Emotion and thought of
What I think that be.....
But isn't.
In tempted derision
They mock me
Seeking praise for
A reality that they create
Saying all is real and there's nothing good
In all of me.
I dream
An escape
I run
To caress a different reality
And all that is left of
Tainted sea
Can come to grasp
The real me.