Whirlpool

 

A whirlpool 

of rage and love

sucked me down

into a deep sea of sleep.

Where diamonds weep

and words are painted

in skyscraper towers beside

streets of aquamarine.

I swirl through

the waters beneath.

 

In empathy, I hear

the choking pleas

of the elegant gulls,

with lungs polluted full.

Telephone calls, drunkenly asking

to accept apologies.

I hear aching seas, wailing in agony.

I hear the terrified, torrent,

the cries of children

as their cupboards hide monsters

in eternal torment inside.

 

I hear lovers’ moans

echoing far and wide,

as the moon shies

her lust-filled eyes away.

I hear words spoken

in ancient tongues,

from worlds that existed

long before today,

Longingly craving our ears,

to understand the meanings

they wish us to hear.

 

I read golden words,

stamped on crystalline pages,

through prisms of reality.

So that the gold shimmers

into rainbows of magical beauty.

I hear atoms,

and the sounds that fill

all of their empty space,

and through it all

I still see that one face.

The one

without a name or place,

except in my dreams,

where we always meet.

Beside the upside-down coffee shop,

where the sunlight

is a mixture of purple and orange blends.

Down the street 

where dreams never end.

 

 

 

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