Once I dreamed…
Once I dreamed that I was dead
Floating, face up down a river
I could smell the damp of the riverbed
and the soggy sweetness of flowers
drifting alongside me.
The sky was an ashen blue
sinking into grey blandness.
The murky water at my sides
a brackish green
and the flowers were drained of color.
Though the smell of the blooms
tickled across my face
on a breeze
I could not feel the cold
nor feel the wet.
I was cut off
removed
floating
alone
dead.