NaPoWriMo #5

Today's was to steal a line from another poem and make it mine. 

I have stolen away the dreams

that induced the great Kubla Khan,

In dreams I fall

down to a sunless sea. 

I hear the sirens of old,

singing the grace of their gods.
War! War! I hear the ringing

in my ears, the gasp for breath,

saltiness between my toes

and water down my throat. 

I build the dome in the air

with my waving arms, 

but poets and maids playing

in their sweet eastern symphony, 

do not hear me. The man

with bewitching eyes,

drunk on honey dew,

instead I have sunless water to drink.