When all is dark and silent I mean to say When the world is asleep I creak up stairs to peek out the window and view this which others are unaware The boats moored in a campsite of refuge Water Like glass enabling their peace The calm of night deep night not too far from sunrise All that is heard is the tweet of a distant bird Lights illuminate entryways but those beyond doorways slumber ignorant of my wandering I wonder what dreams flourish in those sleeping minds as my breathing falls muted and my eyes unable to close tight to stargaze against my tattered pillow.
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As They Slumber
Filed under Sunday Night Sonnet