A slow tide of shadows
up blue walls
rolled in an hour ago.
Now darkness pours
through every crack
while distant church bells
chime the depth.
The woods transform to fan coral,
coyotes cry the songs of whales,
feral cats hunt, silent as sea snakes,
while we drown in our beds
dreaming a distant light
which glimmers closer
through a rippled surface.
Our faces break through, wide eyed,
to dawn
and draw a gasping breath.
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Belatedly for DVerse Open Link Night
nice on the gasping breath as we resurface…i like all th enight sounds as well….
The woods transform to fan coral,
coyotes cry the songs of whales…
while we drown in our beds
dreaming a distant light…..this is way cool…great mix of a finely surreal painted scene…nice
Great nature images.
Superb as ever
so beautiful… thank you for this.
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