Fire and water don't blend
except when in my nightmare,
where fires ravage forests
while lake waters ascend.
Outside homes, fires are fought;
water and extinguishers,
flames lapping like the water
in cottages nearby caught.
How these things coincide
I have not one conscious clue.
Total opposites they seem
yet together they abide.
Nightmares are such strange creatures;
they turn in weird directions
What meanings they have for us
Lie in these very features...
©2012 C. Boeneman
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