автор: Crusader_

I’ve never been
so empty-minded
I’ve never crossed
such line before

Yet now I sit -
my thoughts embedded
with marine dreams,
with dreams of shore

I see the tangling
of the rivers.
The gentle curving
of the streams.

I see the currents
in the ocean.
The mighty depths.
The world below.

I see them colored
- moving pictures
of sites of freedom
- random flow.

When soon I wake
my hands are trembling
my pole is lying
next to me

I watch the hook.
The fish.
Still trembling,
I quickly set it
free