Dream dance a Drowning

 
Dance my dream where passion draws
harmony within the languid waves
graceful in my deep slumber
lithesome in my bid to wakefulness
there within the blueness
I pirouette in liquid abandon

I heed no dance of life
no passion to breathe
above the blue liquid ceiling
to dance on blazing prairie fire
or burn the twilight sky
with willful carnal desire

I descend to sand and corals
on the blue deep kingdom
the sunken city of Lemuria
busy in its daily chores
Inhabitants cleaning sands of debris
from bubbled and domed enclaves

Here I know no pain
but live a life, to laugh and love
be alive and well in dreams
be it more joyous than above
or less coloured in wistful wishes
death had sealed and forgotten me.


*this poem was entered in a competition here. thank you for reading*