Beyond the sea of crumpled dreams <br />the fractured souls sit <br />lost within a maze of discarded thoughts <br />on a plateau of inconsistencies. <br />Their tribal infusions of opulent airs <br />hang high in spellbound colours <br />above the sea of crumpled dreams <br />watched by ever-vigilant eyes <br />from the watchtower on the shore. <br />Confusion reigns supreme <br />from the souls lost on the sea <br />as they tumble in a drought of words <br />discarded annually. <br />Their hidden agenda sprout up <br />like mountains out of crumpled dreams <br />that swirl around in the oceans near infinity, <br />and are left there for eternity <br />at the mercy of destiny’s slide <br />on the opposite side of the horizon, <br />beyond the sea of crumpled dreams. <br /> <br /> <br />10 October 2009<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sea-of-crumpled-dreams/
