Poetry

Sleep Spell

Awake in her mind, she lay still while soft dreams and visions flew through and past her as soft clouds fly across the mountaintops. And where do the mountains meet the sky? How deep does she dive to her mind’s eye? Her fingertips glide across petals stretching mellow perfumes and vibrant shades over vast green… Continue reading Sleep Spell

Poetry

31-Day Poem: Day Nine

As a Lingering to Succumb I lay my head, not praying for sleep. No laughs for sitcoms while delaying a weep. Should I? Should I not? Should I weep? Should I sleep? Is there a tangible difference in this monotone deep? Should I sleep? Should I weep? Or shall I seek to regret in dark… Continue reading 31-Day Poem: Day Nine