Bad Dream

Bad Dream

I was dreaming

Within myself, I heard the waves crying out my name

And the sea whales circling above the fishing boats

So the fishermen cried for help

Walking away from a dream

I suddenly realized where I was

In the heart of death

In a prison by the Atlantic

I was a prisoner at sea

Held captive among fish

Waiting for the fishermen to fish

So that I might have room to sleep

I suddenly felt the touch of a salty wind upon my face

I smelled the clean freshness

Of a stormy ocean breeze

And I tasted the sweet bitterness of waking up early in the morning.