Eyes flick open
Darkness warms me
As I chastise my mind
For loosing those scraps of slip
Precious moments dropped
Fragments of dreams fall to the floor
Shaking fingers grip
An ancient wool blanket
Stars dance through the window
Fantasy worlds glimmering
Far off and buried
Deeply into night
Penumbras of sleepy ideas
Arise as I twitch
And I can feel my own words
Lulling me to sleep
A prickle of adventure
Wrapping thin hands about me
And jerking me back
Into the land of
Hazy ideas
And snatches of night
YOU ARE READING
Meandering Thoughts
PoesíaMy very first book of poetry throughout which a handful of thoughts are tossed, and even crafted, onto the page. I'll update regularly. Here's hoping it's a good one.
