A Stream of Consciousness Thing

A Stream of Consciousness Thing
...am I dreaming?...

Caught in a stream of my own making,
I flow with the current without awaking.
Down from the mountain, out to the sea.
I swim with little fishes smiling at me.

With each little flutter of their tiny gills,
their breathing and bubbles over me spills,
as I reach out to touch them, they sail away.
I'm left all by myself to face my day.

Covers are my ocean, I continue to swim.
as the world of water hems me in.
I feel such a comfort here in the deep.
If I had my way, I'd continue to sleep.

I leave the little fishes smiling at me,
back up the mountain, out of the sea.
I flow with the current upon awaking,
Caught in a stream of my own making.

Actually written in 2009