Lately in my dreams
I’m walking under water so deep I can’t see light. Dream water is hard to move through.
I walk slowly towards
the scent of honeysuckles, aware people can’t smell
under water. I wonder why those arching vines
are here, why I
am here. When I try
to wake up I slip
further into sleep.
Lately in my dreams
I’m walking under water so deep I can’t see light. Dream water is hard to move through.
I walk slowly towards
the scent of honeysuckles, aware people can’t smell
under water. I wonder why those arching vines
are here, why I
am here. When I try
to wake up I slip
further into sleep.
by Kelly Jones
'Storm in a Lightbulb' by Annabelle Carvell