My dreams are a shifting ocean of night
Where strange and secret creatures dwell
Far removed from the revealing light.
Randomly my nets dip into the swell
And bring me a shadow back from the deep,
Faint as the sussuration of a shell.
But mostly the secrets are hidden by sleep.
The darkling memories of joy or flight
Are forgotten as I reascend from the deep
This is inspired by readwritepoem’s prompt of “dreams” – for other people’s work on the same topic, click here . I initially found the topic a bit difficult, because I rarely remember my dreams, but then decided to write about the mysteriousness of unremembered dreams!
It’s a slightly modified terza rima – the middle line from the last verse uses the same rhyme as the outer lines of the first verse.