Merrow

The ocean
   Is my mattress
And the softly cresting waves
   Are my pillows
The blue sky above
   Is my ceiling
And the growing moon
   Is my bedside light
There i float
Drifting on the soft currents
   Of my mind
As waves of thought
   Ebb, and flo
Seeing of the day
   In wonder of the morrow
The sky darkens
   As the sea
Black as oil
Other than a streak of moonlight
   Flows like crushed velvet
Soft sensual ripples
   Enticing
I'm lured into it's mysterious depths
Following the submarine moonlight
   As i reach my palace
One last flick
   Of my verdigris tail
And i'm soon upon my throne
   A time to dream
 
by Jemia