winter's dormancy
pastel dawn painted upon ~
spring's renewed canvas
Is this another sleepless night
as I lie awake in bed
My husband's sleeping peacefully
while thoughts run through my head
I tell myself that it's all right
but still they enter in
So I'm writing poems in hopes that I
will drift off in the den
I came back to the soup
I'm excited to be there
It worked I'm ready to descend
onto my pillow's flare
Slepan is a lover of sleeping
Little light without any bug/mite helps
End of moves
End of thoughts
Persona gone.
Within this rooms confidence
I feel no gust of air
Freedom passed by me, hence
Truth be told, I no longer care
The dormancy of a liar’s vacant heart
Bleeds through the silver lining
Some may call this art
I, for one, couldn't bear
That thought of which they hold
For my sins of all my life, I share
My unfulfilled purpose has many a time been told
So in my dreams I think of thee
With an unparalleled uncertainty
When I wake, I prefer to dree
The very love that’ll be the death of me
Silently slipping away through sleep,
A constant drift into further sea's,
Never reawake.
Lying breathlessly,
At peace.
With winds that cleanse
And carry me.
When I dream.
Inactive as bears,
sleeping in a remote cave...
dreaming of grassland.
The theme of the poem is winter.
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