Jan 2018
Like the lapping tide
sleep effaces all trace of
the previous day.
It washes the shells
of our dreams upon the shore
of our waking mind...
We muse upon them,
what they meant to us within,
Fades as dawn grows strong.
sleep effaces all trace of
the previous day.
It washes the shells
of our dreams upon the shore
of our waking mind...
We muse upon them,
what they meant to us within,
Fades as dawn grows strong.
Actually inspired by the fact that I had fallen asleep wearing makeup and it was all gone by morning. . X'D hahaha. .. this was the poem for my first dream journal back in 2010 .. I think.
