Ramblings of the Midnight Mama

Off the steppes of tomorrow shine

Alight and planted reaches for a holly brightly

The ghostly prayers unmasked by quiet planks

Down and through the river stones and by

Dew’s dream across the morning’s threaded thoughts

Now it’s all but lost

the star borne bust of shallow shores impeding

Sacred gaslight sober feelings spoken for another day

promises the ever moving stars and cold moan's meaning

I wake in the fertile valley of death

where puffy limelight rime aloud alights the pupils 

Of the next time wisp gone, I leave my son to dream 

Of sweetened and imagined turning

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