Dreaming of Ripples


I had a really dream the other day.
It was one of those dreams that make you question yourself come morning.
Things had drifted in such an unexpected way,
And it was all without warning.

I kept to my path,
While he meddled in my wrath.
Drove me mad,
Felt rather sad.
I was the good one in this dream.
I was the silent one on the opposite team.

When I awoke I felt a ripple,
Not a wave.
Woke up in darkness,
Appearing as a cave.

I knew I was awake,
And that it was a dream.
No reason to forsake,
What it is we seemed to gleam.
What that is,
I honestly can’t say.
But a dream is a dream,
That waits for us by the end of the day.


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