walking with a little poetic licence

Sunday, November 09, 2014

Dreamer
 
Ripples cascade through night's deep pool
Stars skim the satin surface of darkness
Like dreams beneath a sleeping eye.
 
Silver born wings through empty space 
gently touch moon's sleeping face
Fluttering lids, like butterflies wake. 






1 Comments:

Blogger Analysand.jl said...

I'm trying to write poetry after I dream now!

11:06 PM  

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