the ocean is blue
of her many moons,
incognito in the dark
drunk off a day
dressed in a white sky
which teased -
some nirvana
high up in the trees
of a touch of
paradise;
that slight miracle
of my dream
on the seabed
(some atlantic
atlantis dream)
and tiptoes
to the forbidden fruit,
always the sunniest
and sweetest.
my childhood
neverland heaven,
and hell
in the eye of the beholder
which held me close
under the blue water;
like a baby
who cries
and isn't heard,
drowning in the blue water
of an atlantic atlantis dream,
some sweet salt
bite
it was.
(24th September 2014)
BINABASA MO ANG
Methought
Poetry"Ever drifting down the stream — Lingering in the golden gleam — Life, what is it but a dream?" - Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There
