bajanblueOPSpeightstown, Saint Peter Barbados3,724 posts
Sweet Morpheus! Wrap me in your smoky arms please waft my weary soul into sleep's deep caress that moves me from this weight of flesh to the feather stroke of dreams across my lips tears that taste of icecream, not of salt, shades of blue, of grey that glow like jewels as they soothe my tired eyes; night is not dark beyond a second when the gentle light invisible to day struck eyes becomes apparent opening a world of hues so cool that even tropic heat abates though human passion rages on unchecked, all edges smoothed and gleaming in the not dark room where rest and sleep entwine, their loving arms wide open just for me.
You, Morpheus, and your words should get a room! Thank heavens you are so shameless in flaunting your beautiful visions. "Tears that taste of icecream, not of salt...." Almost makes me want to cry
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Wrap me in your smoky arms
please waft my weary soul into
sleep's deep caress that
moves me from this weight
of flesh to the feather stroke
of dreams across my lips
tears that taste
of icecream, not of salt,
shades of blue, of grey
that glow like jewels as they
soothe my tired eyes;
night is not dark
beyond a second
when the gentle light
invisible to day struck eyes
becomes apparent
opening a world of hues so cool
that even tropic heat abates
though human passion rages on
unchecked, all edges smoothed
and gleaming in the not dark room
where rest and sleep entwine,
their loving arms wide open
just for me.