Sweet Dreams
I slip into
my cloud
and let it
take my mind
to count how much left
of my imagination.
“Ah, I see
no stars in
weightless night!” I said.
So she folds
me, with her honeyed
palms
and keeps me
warm
in her pot of dreams—
recollecting
my memories to face
another morrow.
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2008
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