The children lay tired, awake in bed,
Without sleep, sweat on their head.
The dove comes on his gentle wings,
And with a gentler voice, softly sings.
The children lay half awake and asleep.
As he croons so quiet, soft and deep.
He leaves them soon, with a gentle kiss.
Between the eyes, and they sleep in bliss.
The children sleep, quiet and sound.
With only feathers scattered around.
Laid to sleep by the gentlest hand.
Lost forever to the dreaming land.
__________________________
(not as happy as it sounds)
YOU ARE READING
Scattered Ponderings
PoetryA single note, it reads *Remember to write something profound here* (cover credit is to @adnali - if anyone's reading this, check out her stuff, it's so good) (spn & fandom is marked in title)
