If memory serves: <br />there was a dark pool in my dreams <br />that you were bathing in- <br />and the moon, or rather, its other self <br />stretched itself from the sky <br />into the deep recesses of your iris. <br /> <br />and I, half asleep on the shore <br />laid there completely still, <br />watching you wade back and forth <br />until your arms tired from paddling <br />and you rolled yourself over to float <br />upon the weightlessness of the water. <br /> <br />All my dreams are this way, meaning something <br />my exhausted mind can only explain as <br />incoherent noise; waves that break <br />far beneath the surface.<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreaming-under-water-volcanos/
