The wheeling moon in her sleep night

She tried to sleep to kiss the dream,
Let fall the clocking time, the slumber eye,
Shifting planets, the wheeling moon.
So, with teddy bear, they flew the sky
And touched the stardust like angel wings.

She fled her mother’s eye who wept,
Fled the nightlight, its ghostly shadows,
On a cloud coast, she climbed the twilight.
Left behind her siblings under blanket and thatch
Caught the windlass winch, the night mist ride.

Softly, silently falling asleep, the inches into dreams,
The quiet dark thimbles, she knows the fairy tale thread,
Yards of the milk white rain, and sly red wind. The fables
Of yore. Leaping gnomes, and the black backed dragons
So deeply sleeping a way in the C-moon wheeling.

Copyright © 08/22/2016 lance sheridan®

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2 comments on “The wheeling moon in her sleep night

  1. Barbara says:

    The images in this writing pops out to kiss this reader’s eyes with magnificent images of a beautiful painted canvas that inspires the heart and soul within; it’s a beautiful journey no-one should miss – awesome!

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