There was a message in a bottle
floating on the ocean floor
and I dove into the currents cold
to retrieve the words once more
They were lost in the deep
under a sea of slumber
until I returned to these dreams
as the mystic eye drew me under
There I read the pages
and there I knew what it meant
Wiser than a hundred sages
and yet I forgot what all was said
It was sweet and so profound
and all mysteries were laid bare
Somehow I understood everything
whenever I was there
Waking into a drowning world
I gasped for the air and memory
and quickly wrote what I could
before it slipped away from me
I watched the bottle sinking down
Back to the great abyss
All I retained was a feeling of loss
for some unknown place I miss
Scraps I wrote from the edge
of the deep and great divide
laid on the pages where my ink bled
until their inspiration dried
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Mystic River
שיריםPoets are often connected to their dreams. They have a vivid and creative spirit. These poems share and explore that connection to an inner and mysterious place. What are dreams? Why do we dream? What purpose do dreams have? Explore these ideas with...
