Day's cares sink, drown in sleep,
Waves of consciousness
Folded in the deep
To be replaced by rising tides of dreams.
Oh, what oceans to traverse on these!
The undiscovered silence
Of the green lagoon
The smooth white sands
Untrodden and unseen
Our footprints first to mark the virgin beach,
Our words the first to name a chuckling stream,
Using language to create our space,
Our new identity,
Which we possess with joy.
For we alone determine all
Unless some governor unseen
Appoints our dream.
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When night arrives, we drown in sleep and our cares sink! We are then carried by the invisible wings of dreams and we travel to magic islands and lovely beaches where we create our own dialect in empty spaces and we carve out a new identity for us! I think we poets are more equipped to do that! A lovely write! A 10