I Was Having A Dream Poem by max pike

I Was Having A Dream



lay on blue rose trees
breathing a dew upon my lips
a soft finger keep me quiet and sunk
slowly, softly, puzzled
boat doesnt acroos the ocean
not the ocean with deep passion and
and golden eyes drving medusa to a stone land
mysterious sitting there wondering, second
fade away, fade away, butterfly cross every fingertip
made of wind like bacchus garden drift, sway in billions leafs
oh is that a ship or just my illution trip
am I wake or I was having a dream

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