Soran M. H

Waking Dreams - Poem by Soran M. H

On the bed
a black river
like a wounded snake
Passing inside neuron
before reaching
A centre of decision
dam stopping it
parting it from the dream
to be a giant wave
In the heart of ocean

Outside the bed
inside the room
the size of the head is shrinking
the river changed to a stream
flowing up
Inside the arteries
at last to reach those harbors
Ships have anchored there
before starting their long journey
But suddenly
the door of the room opens
A stream floats into the street
in the angry dog days of summer
became a mirage

On a wide, long way
A drop of water
turning fast as a small ball bearing
searching for a skull
but has no chance
to reach the source:
that always is gushing
all night the moon inside it
Precisely stares at herself..

Topic(s) of this poem: philosophy

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 8, 2015

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