Lost images of the night
soften the starkness of days
cushioning sharp thorns of fright
as the drum of life plays
Melting sleep absorbed by my pillow
Darkness' water bathes closed eyes
With dawn, hope steams in billows
in the light, shadowy illusion dries
Naked, now lit head to toe
A sunbeam razor flays fantasy's skin
Dreams like clotting blood flow
in reflective pools of denied sin
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
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Good write SB.
Thank you so much Orchi. Your comment is most appreciated.
I had to read this twice aloud, taking in each beautiful line, a rhyming pattern smooth as silk. The images you conjure, breathtaking. This is a true work of art my friend!
Dear Bella I thank you for your most kind words. I deeply appreciate your read and generosity.
Super words soren.
Andy
Thanks so much Andy for the kind words.
Slumberbashing at its finest dearest sorrenbarret, where would we be if we couldn't dream. 🌹 Beautiful.
Thank you so much Teddy I appreciate the read and yes dreams make up a good part of our life.
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