I wish for a
secret bed with placid
white sheets abroad the moon's
smirking grin and sly smiling
craters as friends
And, I want her to rest,
to advance amongst the brillaince of
a holding sound of silence
and shading of these stars standing
alert, as if they were guards
to my sanity and sleep
and my river of breathing dreams
In surveying monotone and a wave of rays,
I'll whisper to her in a giving taste
and clearing scene
so we can forget the west
and rule the sky of tired eyes
Author notes
Something at a quick spill of heart, a pull for a true dream of forgetting and resting in sizeable tones.
A contest entry
- Secret Prayers! by misticmoonlite.
525 points, ended September 15, 2007, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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Simply beautiful and nice to read,the stars are always a part we all look up on,dreams are made of natures best,thanks for sharing,MM
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Great Job
I read alote of poems that flow and ryme that are very good and myself I write the same. But this poem pops out at me and tells so much more like a kid finding its first flower. Great Work. GOOD LUCK
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