Watered dreams massage the illusion.

Watered dreams massage the illusion.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Watching you from the beach
from the other side
I draw you back in,
a mind's swim under the moon,
cast adrift to tomorrow's horizon
I cannot escape the black lagoon
of your eyes immersed in passion.
Star roving on a cloud
we move forward
in a surreal atmosphere lost.
Everything is black and white
and I find...

I cannot hold down tonight.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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i don't think we are meant to hold down the night....i think we are just meant to swim with it....find the way the current is moving, and move with it...into that awaiting horizon.
j.

Posted 6 Years Ago



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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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