Sleep calls soflty,
Tugging at my weary mind.
My soul breathes out,
releasing its burdens into the arms of endless time.
I relax, and my fortress falls,
letting my mind sort through smokelike thoughts,
drifting through a sea of conciousness.
Sleep calls softly,
An entrancing melody,
Distant, but drawing near.
I can feel her presence.
Gently, she draws the strength from me,
Encircling my body like a gentle and welcome breeze.
Soon I cannot hold her weight and I sink slowly into the depth of her comfort...
Categories:
smokelike, nature, time
Form: Free verse
Smokelike and hazy, words drift through my dreams.
Like, "Forever," "I love you," and "You're all that I need."
Sweet promises given, sweet promises made.
Sweet memories of love that I'll never trade.
All words...just words, but oh, the power they hold.
They cannot be measured by diamonds or gold.
I'll treasure your words, and all the love that they brought.
They'll linger forever in my dreams and my thoughts.
It's all up to us, which words we retain.
The ones that bring joy, or the ones that bring pain.
I choose to remember the ones that bring smiles,
I've tucked them all deep in my memory's files.
So, on nights when I drift on a warm sleepy cloud
I'll hear them again as they're whispered aloud.
No need for sad memories when so many were great
I'd trade not one moment, no matter the fate.
Categories:
smokelike, introspectionwords, love,
Form: I do not know?