"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Friday, February 5, 2010

Orb Of Night

Moonlight dances from room to room
Steps of luminescent glitter
Sprinkling dreams across a sleeping face

Outside the window the moon watches
The dream journey come to life
Riding a carriage of fantasy to realms
Unheard of when the slumbering one is awake

That orb of night stands guardian
Over the dreamer throughout the evening
Chasing away reality for a breath

When morning calls the moon retreats
Leaving sunlight to awaken the sleeper
But on the pillow it has left a note
Tonight I will come to you again


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