Lucid Dreamings

Red wings afloat of the harbor bed,
I sat upon the dock,
A cup, a bird, and a fish that's dead,
Kissing a gilded rock.

The glee near wrought to a blue-green sea,
The sky aflame again,
The sun, his brothers do call to me,
In search of gentlemen.

A music plays to the peaceful few,
Some pungent sight I see,
Akin to gods an elegant crew,
The serene set us free.

A wonder of the resplendent mind,
The soul delayed to burn,
Within the cavernous place you'll find,
The neoteric churn.

I wish a wish of some wishing well,
A pity I do feel,
I swim a swim of the swimming swell,
The beach does come appeal.

A life I lost in the weirded brine,
Of simple time below,
Swoop around in the underglass shine,
Of measure, ebb, and flow.

Consonance pray shredded night and day,
The hiss upon the pale,
Cold grain-ed eve of exemplars flay,
Meanwhile mothers fail.

Evanesce lone world, sound will call,
Contend a day, shall die,
A field of trees where tart apples fall,
Peace driven spear, good-bye.