They brush your eyelids,
shutting you from the outline
of the world below.
The wisps of their pure hands
caress your care free form,
allowing you time to compose
a sweet melody,
to bless their ethereal forms,
with stories and song,
fable and legend.
They carry you,
as their mistress
guiding you above the world,
to worship the sun, stars and moon,
with a sweet voice,
like their bodies it resembles a whisper,
dispersing, fragile, yet constant and strong,
everlasting, neither raging or fraying,
but straining, for one thing,
to be an immortal being,
like those who bear you now,
as they give you one last gift,
the pink, gold rainbow of dawn,
the immortal clouds.
YOU ARE READING
Dawns mutterings
PoetryCompilation of poems, inspired by natures bounty. We are of the earth, so it is only fitting that it in turn inspires us. Although much of my poetry is in some way inspired by nature this small compilation highlights just how much it impacts all I d...
