bajanblueOPSpeightstown, Saint Peter Barbados3,724 posts
All the stars are singing some soft, some loud as dark and diamonds roll out across the sky and sleep comes calling with a voice so sweet the honey pot goes green and turns away; breath stirs against the pillow a gentle sign of not yet final rest and morning is a promise the ticking clock counts out not yet, not yet. Eyelids closed are moving, a stuttered rush of pictures that catalogues the day just closed making room for dreams to grow, stretch wings like faeries poised to fly. Lips purse and pucker shaping words no one will hear a gentle mutter fading to a buzz of gentle snores while frogs play at being stars and sing.
It is already tomorrow in Guam. The world has lived another day.
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some soft, some loud
as dark and diamonds
roll out across the sky
and sleep comes calling
with a voice so sweet
the honey pot goes green
and turns away;
breath stirs against the pillow
a gentle sign of not yet final rest
and morning is a promise
the ticking clock counts out
not yet, not yet.
Eyelids closed are moving,
a stuttered rush of pictures
that catalogues the day just closed
making room for dreams
to grow, stretch wings
like faeries poised to fly.
Lips purse and pucker
shaping words no one will hear
a gentle mutter fading to a buzz
of gentle snores while frogs
play at being stars and sing.
It is already tomorrow in Guam. The world has lived another day.