Goodnight
lonely nights
darkened sky
creamed moonlight
clouds are fleeing
flapping laced curtains
caressing the moon's face
a reflection in my eyes drill
head resting with its vibe
....a long to dream farther...
upon window sills
stars twinkle like crystal chimes
clouds race
a slow pace
grasshopper playing his cello
mourning doves take their flight
wind slides it's fingers through my hair
a chilling delight runs down the spine
rolling hills lull me with cradled dreams
a voice flowing with the wind says
goodnight.
Copyright © Alyssa Finley | Year Posted 2006
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