Waves hit me hard
Swishing ringing in my ear crashing loud
Cold water splashing over and over
My clothes run dripping wet
I set bound to the shore
Ice cold water taste salty on my lips
Scrapes about me burn with each splashing wave
Tears mingle with the sea
Stream from my wet lashes
I wake, least I think I am,
Yet I am here on my bed dripping cold
Bound yet not,
Shaken cold but unable to move under the coverlet
Drifting waves roll on dreams to nothing but frost
Finally reality clears in my heavy fogged mind
I wipe at the tears on my cheek,
Look to the half made bed
Shiver at the cold,
I reflect the daylight streaming through sheers
My feet touch the cold floor,
Wishing I had another chance to dream
© Cat Hodgson
Romans 8: 38-39....
yes it is was my real dream..
The Dream
9/6/11
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem