Diving With My Dream – Surreal Memories Awakened

Fingertips…

Brushing the amber waters

Amazed at the elasticity

And yet intrigued…

The taste is sweet

Like ripe cherries plucked from the tree

Luxurious feel on the tongue

Yet too loud for prolonged enjoyment

So, in deference to the silence

We must abstain

From consumption

Dive in…

Weightlessness awaits

An impossibility of vision

The dream on the bottom

Unreachable

Except by a single eye

An exotic ocular experience

Poses rumors

Thought shared to the inner mind

From the outer mind

Kept in secret

Memories…

Future moments enshrined

Frozen like sculpted ice

What does the future hold…

Or the hand

And the color green of course

Collisions of thought

Absorption

Sorption, maybe just a dream

Or perhaps only an exchange

Of momentum

When we dream…

Surreal

Yet painted with the brush of life

That which was

Reborn into that which might be

Or should be

Could be

Perhaps totally forgotten

Lost in translation

The klaxon shattering

An awakening

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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