Tennessee Fried Poetry

A comprehensive tour of the mind of a burnt out feller living in Tennessee as seen through his poetry.

Thursday, May 05, 2005

Ocean of Dreams

I go to bed at night,
Awaiting my fate to be.
What do I see?
Darkness.
How do I know what my fate will be?
Darkness.
An peaceful, easy feeling
That trickles down my body,
Covering every inch,
Until I am one ocean of dreams.

And I swim in this ocean of dreams
In a mysterious land sugarcoated
With only the sweetest indulgences.
It's so beautiful, you see,
Pain is a non-entity here
In the world of the metaphysical.
In fact, I'm like a cherub now:
Youthful, vibrant, vivacious,
Baptized in the holy waters
Of the ocean of dreams.

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