poetry by j matthew waters

the damsel and her prince

let me dream like never before
cast into a strange accepting world
living and breathing effortlessly
neither on land nor in sea
rather somewhere in between

here there is no such thing
as rest or sleep or fantasy
always on the move like damselflies
flitting from flower to flower
kissing ghost-like amphibians

july two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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