Okay, so I saw a lot of people post stuff of theirs that is dream-related, and I felt intrigued by the idea, so I'll have a go:
She Weaves a Lake By My Bed A wingless angel
informs me it is time
to face deception,
a world proud enough to
exude false lovers
or a non-occurring
prophecy.
I am sleeping and
she speaks words like
broken specks of moon
or the angles of
bent silverware.
Her thoughts trace
my tired bones
and leave me dreaming
of circles
and lines
or a reason
for the world other
than just being.
She weaves a lake
by my bed
for me to fall into
when I first open
my dream-staked
eyes, two curvy bulbs.
I wake to a siren
snapping on a first
Tuesday noon,
fall into a reservoir
of the darkest art,
created just for me
to shake hands with life
and the hearts of
the unskilled.
Anyways, the thing is, I don't want to over-post, because a lot of my poems are dream-inspired, and fractals are like that too...I'll probably post something every week or so. I enjoy reading / looking at dreamy stuff. Surrealistic things.
