Tiger Feathers

Dreamlake

A/N: This is a villanelle, which for anyone who doesn't know, is a poem with nineteen lines, aba rhyme pattern, and the refrains are lines 1 and 3, which repeat one at a time at the end of alternating stanzas. I attempted to write it in iambic pentameter, but failed spectacularly, so there's that too.

I start to dream before I fall asleep.

In technicolor worlds we salvage youth.

With one foot in, the water's not that deep.

The shepherd of my night lost all his sheep,

So, quick, spin your lies before dawn shines through,

Starting to dream before falling asleep.

Into the woods my rhyme begins to weep,

Crashing through trees, though it may seem uncouth,

I dip one foot in, the water's not deep.

The might of day can't triumph nighttime creep

In which I tumble through carnival booths,

My dream begins before I fall asleep.

Reality through swamps begin to seep,

Soaking thin fabric that dries off quite smooth,

Got one foot in, and it's shallow not deep.

And though I'd like for the keys in my keep,

Control is not my career sweet tooth

I start to dream before I fall asleep,

With one foot in, the water's not that deep.