Chasing Sleepless
Tiredly here I heave
My weary tortoise head
Over the pillow
Ready again,
Not sleepy....
I am
delicate air,
catalyst for
Alchemy
At the turn of clocks
I wonder,
Breath calls
And
I respond to
light of
Lucid iconography
Were I to dream,
To dream
Of making water flow
At the edge of desert days
Content
at
Peace of mind
Copyright © Tomas Vincent Marra | Year Posted 2016
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