WATERSIDE DREAMS

Dreams by the waterside

are rarely ever diluted

They remain uncorrupted

by the whirlpools of the mind

and swift flowing thought

Even though they be disturb'd

by shadows cast in filtered light

pecked at by the incessant drone

of winged conversation in flight

They travel untainted

bobbing in bottles, floating unscathed

Evading cesspools and deep quagmires 

holding the flame of atavistic desire

that refuses to be extinguished

Some stray into intended hands

Some are discovered in distant lands

Some choose to forever hide

those dreams by the waterside