So Gifts the Sandman
A dream for you ...
it spins in the mist of twilight
wending the Milky Way
borne of passions unrealized
and the gilded hems of imagination's veil
dripping from the moon like tears of quicksilver
meandering 'midst the starstreams of dusk and dawn
to daub the sky with gossamer lace
and the hallowed hopes ...
of heaven.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Brian's Choice M, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
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