I dreamed you were a seagull soaring. I
Clutched a blue teacup, in a leaky boat below.
The teacup’s blue was patterned, for some reason,
With soaring seagulls on a summer sky,
Yet in my dream the sky was full of snow
Which fell as light as feathers from your wings
And filled up my blue cup. Boat leaking, freezing,
I wept. A seagull soars, but never sings.
Notes: I used three of the suggestions from today’s ‘dream dictionary’ prompt as the three repeated images in a san san, just for the hell of it.