Returning back home at day's end,
Joined by the night,
Crystallized lights and darkness blend,
To make a grand sight.
Waning moon brings faint, peaceful threads,
That are cut by the leaves of trees,
Passing sleeping red poppy beds,
Bringing a peaceful sense of ease.
Wishful wisping, whispering wind,
Remembrance of time,
Cypress doors open: sleep in mind,
Hear the final chime.
Elevated ground of clouds; dreams,
Pulled within a fading trance,
Slipping into slow flowing streams,
Journey to the endless expanse.
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Book of Dreams
PoetryThis is going to be a poem collection: some happy, some sad, and other to make you wonder. Each one has been rooted in some kind of dream I had or just a thought bubble I've been stuck on. Please give feedback, it would be the best way for me to imp...
