The Foam of the Sea
©07-22-2020, Olan L. Smith
I dream the dreams that dreamt of me,
So dreams the dreamer who dreams to be,
Then I did rise from foamy seas,
Upon the sea,
Upon the land,
Upon the air,
Arose the mist,
Arose the Earth,
Arose the One who dreams,
And I will dream of you―
I will dream this creature's creator,
You're just a jest?
An idea of an Idealistic thought,
A world of dichotomies; forms,
Words, verses, ideas brought
Into the mind-of-minds. Did I
Create you or did you create me?
It has always been this way.
YOU ARE READING
Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
