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
Thơ ca"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...
