But a Whisper
O gentle sleep. Most precious of secrets
Carefully placed between sunlight and twilight’s touch of warm air and wet kiss
Asunder from me, Yet all of me woven into a spiders web of silken spun strings. Reliving each and every moment in one’s lifetime. Again, then yet again.
Bizarre creatures I’ve created, shouting messages of concern. The very monsters that haunted my childhood. Now offering guidance, sworn allegiance to me for they know they have been conquered, so long ago.
A maestros wand, weaves a tapestry so intricate. Each line intersects. Yet does not interfere with one another.
O welcome sleep. With each worry and every dream. Days labor comes to end
On soft pillows where I’m lead towards a fantasy, I must then, take part in an eternal play
Filled with obscurity and dismay
In search of meanings to each day.
Copyright © Teena Tincan | Year Posted 2025
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