#*Sometimes
in the mornin'
dawn awakens
unquiet heart
swaddled
in a dream ―
and
i hear
a whisper
from a voice,
gentle as a burning
candle,
sing to me softly
without words
... a stirring
moment ripples ―
an unholdable dream
fleeting;
lapping
wakeless silence;
... vanishing , . .
swilled
by the daylight
just beyond
closed eyes
awoken
and now
it's only me
again*
words in the wind
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 11:23 AM UTC
#*Sometimes
in the mornin'
dawn awakens
unquiet heart
swaddled
in a dream ―
and
i hear
a whisper
from a voice,
gentle as a burning
candle,
sing to me softly
without words
... a stirring
moment ripples ―
an unholdable dream
fleeting;
lapping
wakeless silence;
... vanishing , . .
swilled
by the daylight
just beyond
closed eyes
awoken
and now
it's only me
again*
words in the wind
