It seems my mind
is dreaming in rhymes.
Swimming in lyrical rivers.
Seeing metaphors
in every vision I find.
My sleep, a playground where
words play rushing around.
Laughing and jostling,
a joyous sound.
Some take turns on the slide,
slipping down.
Whilst others take the high grounds.
The fortresses built to pile inside.
I'm dreaming in
soliloquy, metaphor and simile.
I dream of word play,
twisting the words
to mean something
different to what they say.
They speak to me.
in those night-time flights.
They become one with my visions,
in tune with the frequency.
I'm dreaming in rhymes you see,
delighting in the way
each word bounces
across this field of dreams.
Mirthful happy screams,
as they spin on the roundabout.
No words of doubt
they sit at the gate,
awaiting their own dreams
to circumnavigate.
I awake
with dizzy reminders of verses,
A few lines that circle like birds
singing a chorus,
but most of the memories
are left upon that sleepy stream,
where they sow themselves
for future dreams.
But sometimes a few words stick,
a few lines
lodge deep into your head.
Gifts of poetry
to present to the world unread.
I feel I'm still here in this rhyming dream.
Though my eyes have been
open for hours it seems..
Now nothing is real,
everything has a different touch,
a different feel.
A unique magical wave
sweeps over the eyes
and says let's play.
That's when the rhymes
begin anew
and they won't stop
once they begin to flow.
Thanks for reading
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