Thursday, April 04, 2013

4. Wings

A goose feather bed
calls tired eyes
to savour downy sleep.
Snuggled soft in plumage pillow
the day will amble
into flights of gentle dreaming.
On slumber wings
lifted, effortless,
 fingered cloud and sympathetic wind
draw you into the height
of silent solitude. 

(day 4 of poetry month)

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