I dreamed the strangest, <br />twas you and I, <br />inside a rubber jail, <br />filled with hot water <br />to the rim, <br />designed to warm one's limbs <br />during the cold of night <br />or early morn, <br />the logic of this did escape, <br />and puzzle me, <br />we swam and we swam <br />until a million <br />little fishies <br />arrived, <br />and swam and they swam <br />right over your dam. <br />It was true that we had <br />all the rubber outside <br />not a barrier at all <br />but the ocean's own tide.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich 2<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tide-7/
