WILD SLUMBER


Turbulent dreams into the night
Tossing with waves green, blue
And white foam
A ship torn apart by rapture of thought

Wading in waters wondering will light ever come
A piece of wood to hold on to
Life not lost but still in silence
The body motionless except the throbbing ocean

Once a peaceful place
The mind asleep comes alive
Turmoil in essence
To wake and find the pillow beneath

Is it to be so
Will this all fade into distant memory
Yet drowning seems more likely
Wild slumber into the unknown reaches of existence

Michael V Hechtman Copyright 2000