It Drifts
in the valley of the moon...it drifts
light and white, a dense fog
waiting for closed eyes and unguarded thought
images impale cerebral hemispheres
whimsically it dallies, a shadow on dark walls
flashes of color play on the backdrop of dreams
while softly it whispers a lullaby
a sweet dream comes
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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