Thursday, January 31, 2013

The Nap



Music filled streets,
cloudy skies, chicken soup –
blended in a cup.

The night is approaching my eyelids
at mid-day.
Sovereign stars of the night
gather and swirl in my chest,
pulling my spine through an infinite space
where dreams are born,
and I pull them through the gateway
into this sodden world
where all dreams belong.





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