(Thanks to G. L. Wilson )
last night I could not sleep
though dreams called
drifting through liminal spaces
spinning and turning
through chambers of time
corridors of navigation
the stars above cried
as the cosmos roared
and the rain sliced through moonlight
between the dark shadows cast
I remained calm and focussed
as the ocean turned below my feet
finding glimpses of the unknown
whiplashing breezes compressing broken thoughts.
