Kelly's sleeping,
hush,
don't make a sound, you'll wake her.
In her room she slumbers.
Under frilly pink bed sheets she dreams.
Her head rests on a pillow filled with feathers.
Kelly's sleeping,
Shh,
don't let her hear you, you'll destroy her visions.
In her bed she lays,
curled up, toes furling.
A ratty bear called 'Rogue' rests in her arms.
Kelly's sleeping,
dreaming of fairy tales and princes.
Dreaming of winged things that will take her far away.
Don't wake her,
Kelly's dreaming
of white knights and swords made of Valerian steel.
Tip-toe, if you must
watch her as she smiles in secret,
her mind creating things you will never know of.
Hush, she's not here now
but in a place her own,
imaginary world.
The mind is an abyss,
Kelly's the queen of it all.
She rules with golden speech and bubble-gum pink promises.
In her room she reins,
under lids closed she rules.
Don't make a sound.
Don't wake her,
she'd dreaming,
sleeping....
Shhhh.....
YOU ARE READING
Goblin Garden (My first collection of random poems) PUBLISHED!
PoetryThere is a shadow lurking on the edge of our perception, in the worst of our nightmares. It is us. It has always been us. Welcome to my first collection of poetry. Here you will find a mangled mess of dark, eccentric and sometimes hopeful poems...
