of dreamingState

Dripping foam,

Down from below,

Pools in red,

Around my fingers.

A yellow sky

Blots out the moon,

As a field of Daffodils

Cries out a sad song.

The dreamstate ends,

And is soon forgotten,

And is replaced

By yet another dreamstate.

Each a link

In the unbroken chain

Of waking

And of dreaming.

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