Deep In My Dreams
By Jocelyn P
Exploration, deep in the time
of the fallen sun.
inspiration in darkness
bringing thoughts to my world.
The vial chants deep in my dreams,
lucid and luminary.
Immersed in the unspeaking,
The substance conveys in thought.
Chanting deeply
of a world of possibilities.
Not a second goes by,
without the ink, waiting
Whilst my soul is resting,
the inkpot rises
Thoughts pressing,
against the weak cork stopper.
When I open to the world,
The inkpot closes, dreaming