the dreamship
slips its way through
red vesper’s mist,
it lands, a kissing
steam song so ghostly
dim—on shores and in
black midnight
meadows we
wander then
hencely sing,
“Alying, alying!
dreamship, lovely,
lull us back across
sleep’s ocean, we
have fluttered through
our secret selves,
our shuttered doors and
are frightened by the
dormant figures of
our minds—dreamship,
lovely, draw your anchor,
we will sail tomorrow and
forget tonight.”

Thanks for checking out my poem.

Did I tell you I wrote a novel? You can read it here for free, or get it for your e-reader on iBooks, Amazon or Kobo. Or you can just say you read the book, and donate five bucks down below. Go on.

Gabriel Muoio


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