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.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 1:58 AM UTC
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.
