An Aqueous Dream

An Aqueous Dream short poem

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One aqueous night I dream
We are pure water in a rill;
Sashaying down a frilly hill
We sinuate in one stream.

In a lowly bed of translucent
Sand, the moon’s up crescent
Runneth over; we fill her up
That fulfils us in her cup;

Dark trees quiver our desires,
White stars mirror our fires;
In amorous and amoral light
We procreate the night.

We seek to rouse but too far
Besotted in our night’s begetting
We behold Venus – a betoken star
Neither rising nor setting.

Notes for An Aqueous Dream
This poem employs both onomatopoeic and kinetic effects: it invokes the sound and motion of water and the sound of sleep through the soothing use of sibilants (words carrying an s sound).

This poem is part of the Poetry Book Arrow of Time

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