Resting
REST for the contest A Dream
Upon the crimson brocade spread
With eyes shut lightly
Rests' her head
The day now spent, it fades away
Where dreams emerge, then go astray
She lies there like a Patron Saint
A portrait, peaceful,
Proud and quaint
Struggles cannot leave their trace
Upon this sleeping beauties face
Peaceful as on death's edge perched
So faint of breathe
In quiet berth
I dare not wake her 'till the morn
When once again, She shall be born
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
