Fragments,
slivers of time,
surface in dreams that slide and elide.
Shards of memories, unsought,
glide splintered and torn
in the rip-tide streams of unconscious thought;
formless fears coalesce and oppress,
cutting a channel through emerald and jade:
refractions distorting the waves as they fade.
Faces unknown reflect in blind eyes
a meeting of mind they don’t recognise.
In a dreamscape surreal the sea is the sky
where islands are clouds
and the moon and the stars are startled and gaze
at the day swimming past in an inky-blue haze.
Made captive by sleep a dreamer must dream;
in the realm of the soul all is as it seems
until the dawn that is breaking releases the sun
and the dream-catcher’s snare dissolves a nightmare.
atomsofstars 
Wonderfull title
Good morning , jpg, and welcome …
Thank you for calling by and taking the time to read and to comment here. I’m pleased that you like the title.
This is lovely.
Hello Katy …
Thank you very much … I’m happy that you’ve enjoyed it .
Hello Marya,
If only I were a dream! But at least I can share in your imagery, as enchanting as ever. I wonder that STC suffered so much, when he dreamt so often of his beloved Asra – surely it was of his own doing in the mysterious depths where the flows were beyond his will.
When I pick up that book you set me to read, I little realized how hard it would be to put it down again. I am truly lost for the right words. I am so engrossed as to neglect my duties – and might need to find someone to blame! 😉
Hello Jamie … it’s good to see you … thank you 🙂
I’m delighted you are finding the biography so enthralling .. like its subject it is exceptional, isn’t it? Yes, poor Coleridge .. how he struggled through life … battling with his personality, his affections, his addiction and his genius.
I couldn’t put it down either … I lacked will-power, too 🙂 Did you buy both volumes ? Not an indulgence but a necessity, I think 🙂