BackSea Dreams, of Shores and Crossings
Upon which we ride
into our sleepy-eyed
mornings
Upon which, we stand in puzzlement
Staring, glassy-eyed into terror and ecstasy
Hollow meanings
we attain, from human ideas, meanderings
The follies of, imperfect souls
The Cries of doubt, from which we embark upon
Sea Dreams
Lead us, only, into
Crossing, rife with storms and gales
Upon which we ride
into our sleepy-eyed
mornings
© Copyright 1996, Roger A. Lipe
First appeared in the anthology
"Treasured Poems of America"
Winter 1997
Fifth Place Award Winner
Sparrowgrass Poetry Forum
1996
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