Silver maiden proud, Admonished, draws in front of her A blackened cloak.
The swan sees its face Reflected in a small pool And dreams of oceans
The fog. A soft blanket Covering a dreaming world. Safe until morning.
Day breaks and sunlight warms the water's edge Ropes stretch, then slacken, following the tide The ships rock gently forward, gently back Fidgeting while waiting to be freed.
An object in the distance. Does it move Toward land, toward sea, or languish in calm? Too far away to tell. The eyes deceive And hope of reaching untouched shores remains.
Dream Fiction 
