Night snakes into itself
and we sleep in its coil.
Folds of moon clouds
cocoon the sky.
Our dreams are silky strains
that roll in tides.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Night snakes into itself
and we sleep in its coil.
Folds of moon clouds
cocoon the sky.
Our dreams are silky strains
that roll in tides.
Hey–your poems are some of my favorites: I’m enjoying going through your posts and appreciate your voice. I wish there was a way to flag and save favorites…. Thank you for your great work here 🙂
Thank you, Nancoise! Am just getting to read everyone else’s poems, and will look for yours.
I love this. Such good images here!
Thank you, Caitlin.
The texture of this poem is silky soft. Love it!
Thank you, pgerber.
Adore the visuals of this one <3
Thank you, foxling.