Insomniata
Sleep, silky soft,
crept into my arms
and held me
beneath the night sun -
spun me a cocoon of dream
spiced with imaginings.
I wish I knew
how to make her stay.
crept into my arms
and held me
beneath the night sun -
spun me a cocoon of dream
spiced with imaginings.
I wish I knew
how to make her stay.
posted by burning moon at 7:50 PM
4 Comments:
Ahh the joys of trying to sleep through the night, just another thing that comes to haunt us as we move through this journey of life lol.
very nicely spun Moon.
Hope life is treating you well
R
yah, sleep has always been elusive for me. Life - yeah, I find it quite stressful - but that's because I am timid and shy and afraid of everything lol
Fear not the vagaries of life
fear not fear
the cut and thrust
the lost days
token days
spilling into a blurred page
of the past.
Grasp hold of yourself
lift yourself off your feet
push you up against
the ancient
blue stone wall
of truth
Look you in the eye
and ask with steely gaze
"Who am I to question me
when I am the sum
of all
I can possibly be"
Release yourself
and watch you walk away
head high
shoulders back
You own the day
the week/year/decade
Own it always
and always make it yours
Such is the advice a ragged bird would bring
if he had
advice to bring...:)
Don't be afraid kid
:)
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