Cold Nights ||Poems||

Poem #36

She lays in bed, so peaceful and still
But as the night falls, her mind starts to fill
With dreams and thoughts that she can't control
And soon, her sleep talking begins to unroll

Whispers and murmurs escape her lips
As she drifts away on her nightly trip
To a world of wonder, a world of delight
Where her sleep talking takes flight

She speaks of magic and faraway lands
Of fairies and creatures with golden strands
Her words dance and twirl in the dark
As she shares her dreams, like a spark

Sometimes she laughs, sometimes she cries
As she travels through her sleeping skies
Her voice so gentle, her words so sweet
In her slumber, she's a different beat

She talks of love and lost memories
Of hopes and fears, of life's mysteries
Her sleep talking is like a lullaby
That soothes and comforts, as the night goes by

But as the dawn breaks, her words fade away
Leaving behind just whispers of her play
She wakes up unaware of the tales she told
In her sleep talking, she's a story unfold

And so each night, we wait to hear
What secrets her sleep talking will share
For in those moments, she's like a star
Guiding us through the night, from afar

So let her sleep talk, let her dreams roam free
For in that world, she's truly happy
And we'll listen closely, as she takes flight
In the wonder of her sleep talking every night.