I lie in bed
at night
listening to the quietness
that surrounds me
the world
doesn’t seem to move
and the clock
doesn’t seem to tick
not tonight
my soul
drips slowly
through my fingers
falling down gently
like a summers rain
caressing my skin
the sweet scent
filling my entire body
the darkness
carry’s me
into my dreams
and they take me
ever so gently
and ever so sweetly

3 thoughts on “Dreams

  1. Ethereal and soft, the movement into dreamworld. Sometimes we have them even before we close our eyes. Time stands still when reading your words…. beautiful poetry, CC. Dreamy! ❤

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