Today’s NaPoWriMo entry grew out of just the first two lines. They were all I had when I started it. There was no sense of narrative or where it might go. I just allowed it the freedom to write itself. Probably the closest thing in here to “stream of consciousness”. Let me know what you think.

Enjoy.!

The Dream

I dreamed I walked along the shore
Beside a raging sea.
Above the screaming gulls wheeled by
It seemed they called to me.

Out on the sea I watched a brig
Run full before the gale.
She flew along like she had wings
And dared her mast to fail.

I turned and saw upon a rise
A horse as grey as smoke.
There on it’s back a fair young child
And as I looked she spoke.

Her words were lost beneath the noise
Of thunderous waves behind.
She tried again then turned her steed
Rode off, left me behind.

I tried so hard to follow her
But she was out of sight.
And then the next thing that I knew
Twas cloudy, moonless night.

I staggered through the batt’ring wind
How long I do not know.
When ‘tween the madly swaying trees
I saw the faintest glow.

Still on I strove far up a hill
The rain was pouring down.
Then through the darkness and the rain
One light became a town.

I plunged ahead my only thought
To reach the shelter there.
I did not see the precipice
Stepped off into the air.

I twisted as I dropped and saw
The girl on her grey.
And finally heard her words so clear
“You fool, don’t go that way! ”

Cheers, Winston