Make Believe Dreams
I am the moon and the stars to seduce mortals,
With treacle touch of soft indulgent fickle light,
Whilst heads yield cradled on feathers drifting in sleep.
Knees kneel and holy books unfolded in prayer,
Entrance by my vastness reminded how small they are.
Glimmering guide, ships and a star to steer them by.
Make believe dreams unwind; I am the moon and the stars.
6/22/2020
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Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2020
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