Bathed in the moons
liquid swirling night.
Feeling it flow
into every pore,
filling you with the glow,
tranquil light,
poured deep into your core.
You let yourself soar
through billowing windows
into the dream sphere.
Lay a thought
under the minds
ruffled cloud pillows here,
and sometimes
you will be gifted a lot more.
For when we rest
the demons
we dread
sometimes leave us
untested.
Unvisited by beings
that creep.
On these nights
whilst we sleep,
the poetic dream fairies
visit instead.
Taking away
that sliver of thought,
and leaving
a fragment of a poem
to become invested
within the bank
in your head.
When we are on
the long bus journey
through night.
Watching life sleep
in dream light.
As the roads of twilight
gently rock us goodnight.
The conductors
of fluid verse orchestrations,
word practitioners
manipulating their sentences
into a perfect story.
They will perform a play.
In another universal realm,
we only see it subconsciously
under a sleep bound spell,
but those words will overwhelm
with images so intricate,
we will have no choice
but to pass on those words ourselves.
Thanks for reading
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