She is caressed and tickled faintly Moves her limbs swiftly against its currents Seeks to fend off the darkness that surrounds But is too uncaring to pay heed
Pay heed to those floating by Disturbing their reveries Dreams they dream with their eyes wide open Gazing at the stars, the skies pitch black For their dreams to realize They pray to the stars falling To holy spirits, to Zeus in the gauzy haze Ignoring her as she drowns
Wishing with lust for glitters and gold They float all over all around Blocking the shimmering moonlight The miniscule ray of hope that she had Worse, she got vertigo The waters wash away with whirlpools In effervescence all bonds that existed Now withered and weak The water of totality Incorporeal, incorporating totality With mediocre attempts Barely chafing composure of the surfers Surfers in trance, penancing after their dreams Somnolent and drooling in lullaby Unmindful of the drowning damsel She is about to succumb
A drunk sailor passes by Intoxicated in psychedelics, tipsy With languid gait and slow movements The world melting before him With eyes closed he sees the unseen Vivid serene sceneries and warping visuals That you and I call hallucinations Purple, pink and scarlet with spirals And other ineffable amorphous shapes For his senses are hindered That he outreaches for help, that’d cost Cost him his own dreams and adventures Dreams to cover the seven seas With eleven bottles of ***
A downhaul he extends for her All he sees is a beautiful woman in pain All he assumes is a paragon of virtue A company to fill in his solitude He helps her aboard. Appalled by apathy of the world She impels him out of his boat And treads on alone To conquer the world A world of despair
Somewhere among the dreamers Floating on their surfboards The bored pirate sees it all In ephermal tranquillity For him, “All the world’s a stage” Innate truths of the world are clear Thus he just observes from a distance Like an all seeing eye of the illuminati And he doesn’t dream Anymore.