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wrapped in slumber
eyelids flickering in a dance
— as moonlight spills in,
illuminating the colours inside vivid dreams
— red, gold, Black and green
the bed interweaves into a desert and the Sea
sand dunes cushioning the head and shoulders —
scatter into warm waves crashing around restless limbs and cold feet
tonight I am a body of water that holds more poetry than the Sea
occasional sighs intertwine with heartbeats in a quiet storm of breathing
a night time lullaby — that is no ordinary symphony
there is rain in the desert and rain on the Sea
what lies beneath and in-between is wild and free
you can’t blame a sleepy satellite for holding onto midnight
not looking down — just falling further into the sky
making a way through an infinite Universe
as a spec of stardust flying high
seasoned bones familiar with the sharp pain of rejection
and the dull ache of regret that clings —
can be heavy, reeking of the scent left behind by washed up dreams
yet here…
