We travel in fairy tales
where flowers speak
and bears sing lullabies.
At dream’s peak where twilight
pulls wool over bright eyes
we stand tiptoe on the moon
planting wishes among stars.
Pale rose and thorn’s blood
dance through sleeping ears
leaving whispers morning
will translate as insanity.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
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I hope you are having a lovely holiday weekend, Susie!
and bears sing lullabies".....a world I want to live in...sigh!