Wheel Of Night

Wheel of Night

Shadows Spark,
The Wheels of Night turn,
And I cannot stop them
Though I try to Learn
The Secret of their Spinning Round,
Collecting my Dreams without a Sound.

Whispers Glimmer
In the Lush hours, so Still,
Touches Play Quietly,
Enhancing this Thrill
While we Escape the tedium of the Day,
Unmasking Our Souls while we May.

5 Comments

  1. Soft and languid. You have painted a mental picture with a gentle brush, with the right choice of imagery. It balances between warm-fuzzy and breathless-dreamy. Cool combo. šŸ˜‰

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