A sleep incense forged from
A breath, and
A wish for calm,
Serenity's soft charms,
Rest
Smothered, giftwrapped in the gauzy, breezy spell
Of silence,
Quilting warmth born of Somnus' tendrils
When Nyx's cloak coats the sky.
I wish for you lovely repose, sweet dreams...
And for myself, the more permanent sleep.
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The Scraps of A Song: An Anthology.
PoetryPoetry spanning topics from love to pain, to addiction, to borderline insanity, to romanticism..in a disorder so strange it becomes an order all its own... The Pieces of Her, The Scraps of A Song.
