Poem -
SKYLINES
Alone while I sleep
The air holds its breath
The curtains move softly
through the window ajar
The cats snore their wishes
Warmed by embers burned
low
My hair tumbles pillows as
my arms cwtch the throw
But I...while I sleep
Am illusion in mists
Just a body, a picture
Looked down on from high
A scene set in timeless as a
nighttime ticks through
While I walk the skylines
of heaven,
With you
M P 7/11/21
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Comments
Oh wow Marion, this here is amazing to read. Those last two stanzas really lift the reader into the cosmos as you astral project them. There is an eerie sensation too, a very subdued feeling. And then the sadness of the reality of the visitation
wonderful writing x
Again...thanks so much my friend...appreciated xxx
Love the conscious and unconscious parts of this. The real in the darkness and the dream world our minds visit when our bodies are resting. Some great lines in this as always which produce images so real x
Aw thankyou love...truly appreciated as always xxx