Charles B. Snoad

When life was a breeze
My mind flowed like an ocean
Of rivers and streams

Each thought in my head
Reflecting like a blue moonbeam
On the surface of a lucid dream

Until in a burst of madness
The rivers in my mind
Split at the streams

And I prayed in vain
For the sky to fall
And crush my dreams

Now my mind drifts
Like an ocean
Lost at sea

And every night I dream
The moon is drowning
Peacefully in my sleep