Poem i wrote like a year ago
16 years ago
Sailing on an endless sea
With my sail of Cloth and boat of Wood
Floating on towards a pleasant dream
This boat made of Bed and full sails of Blankets
Escorting me to a place of rest
"Land Ho" as we approach
An island called Fantasy
It's here, at last, I feel my best
Beaching on the sands of Memory
And lying with the ocean of Time
Rolling in and out
In rhythm with my drifting eyelids
Taking sweet shelter from the storms
In the lands of Reality
My mind nods off
I close my eyes and fly away
Into my cloud in the sky
Staring down at the world below

Dusty-Waber
~dusty-waber
OP

Dusty-Waber
~dusty-waber
OP
bastard :O