Wet Dreams |
by Carol Elizabeth Owens |
Beside the water's edge I knelt Pondering the parameters of existence There, closing my eyes I saw images of absent boundaries in the distance Memories of the future look like dreams in the past when they visit me now, when they visit me - now Beside the water's edge I knelt beneath the sunshine of tomorrow There, with my thoughts was release from boundaries self-imposed up close Illusions of the past vanish as mist in the future when they visit me now, when they visit me - now |