All of this began as a dream
the most vivid vision.
It felt like looking into the future
this time, it was the unknown.
The hard truth I was about to learn;
the weather was calm, the season was new;
the water flowing around us was fresh.
Then I looked up to see your face,
my eyes returned down,
to see mine reflected on the water's surface.
I felt the significance was shallow,
little did I know it was all about the creek
that carried you alone to the river.
I never knew the downhill flow to be so treacherous.
The longest moment, all so terrifying;
I couldn't wake up, it was my real-life nightmare.
I first wrote a circle poem, and turned those words into the last word for each line in this poem. I would definitely like to use this approach again in the future. Again, an old poem from junior year English class.