Victim of a dream is she
Dawnswept grasping straws
Flashing wishes plague the waker
Hazy as they lay
Scoop the baby nose to nose
Image burned in the sun
Tiny thing sharp of toe
Tantalus reaching for his wants
Fire makes heaven a tickling soul
Warming back and tongue
Oh pretty sleeper drink the flames
Stars weeping while its done
Soaking up the valleys
Flicking branches on the breeze
Nonsense fuels the mind to run
Feeds the gargoyle in the trees
Monster in the moonbeams perched
Taking in the peace of slumbering face
Picking out heaven's spoons
Drinking fancy from their bowls
Dreamer in the waking wanting
Left to pay the toll
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Poetics and Musings
PoetryJust a place to keep some original poetry. Feel free to leave feedback, I always am looking for it
