Title: That Town Near the Sea Author: Bec_son99
Distant, almost familiar daydreams come to me; They’re so vivid. It’s hard to tell if they come from my inner conscious, Somewhere in my soul Or perhaps, Someone else’s dream. It’s hard to tell awake from asleep. The vision consumes. I’m not sure how it relates to me personally And it’s so hard to describe a dream- They’re indescribable things. This unknown me wandering about Near a sea. There’s a mysterious atmosphere of fog And it seems to pull me along; It guides and holds me But I don’t mind being pulled by this sea so enticing. I don’t mind wandering through this town by the sea With friendly, eccentric characters Who have many stories to tell- Of life, mystery and adventure And of death, misery and hell. Stories of many imaginings And stories that are quite real. I’m consumed with the bliss of belonging in this place of my own This place that just is And seems only to exist in my mind Or a different time of some kind. This place somehow means so much me If only a dream. There are sailors in casual blue and white uniforms And shops with colorful shells, taffy and various popcorns. Mother figures keep the soups warm Amidst the mysterious streets that only a select few have wandered- A group of oddities who strangely belong to each other In some way or another. These buildings which have that Always has been And always will be kind of feeling; Things grow old but never die And for some unknown reason I wish to stay here for the rest of my life. I could stay in an inn or a ship of some kind But there is this lighthouse across the bay And it seems such a perfect place to stay. This lighthouse of black and white With a hypnotic checkered floor inside. The floor is more familiar than anything else. I feel I’ve stared at it before; In another time or dream I got lost in its illusion. This whole lighthouse is empty- It’s just this floor staring back at me And I know this is where I’ll stay- That this has to be my place. There’s a room upstairs with a view of the sea And it seems such a wonderful place to sleep- To think and dream forever If I please. If it only it wasn’t so cold… I can’t help but shiver When this premonition comes over me As I stare out the window With an indiscernible, Curious fear. For in the distance there is a figure standing there- A figure vaguely familiar, Walking into the sea. A figure That looks as if it’s drowning And I suddenly realize it also looks An awful lot like me. For a long, long while I stand there and I think How could this possibly, Possibly be? Comments on "That Town Near the Sea"
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