You seemed worried
with your seamless hurrying
a voice that lures; luring
the siren of reverie
to sing of dreams
and linger akin
to a cloud in the mouth
of a heavens tempest, uncouth
and ravenously luring the sound
of a sirens worrying
mourning,
this morning
we lose our memories
as reality
when we dive in reverie,
we drive the sexuality
of the sea and the siren;
like a dream of teal sleep
we paint the ocean
in memories
of a tittering rhyme
and tattering notion of time;
sing the tale of an odyssey,
sway the mermaids tail
against the sea;
tell the world a simple word
Reverie.














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