J Ann Crowdet
Tonight, dreams await a slumbering deep as chilled frost stills upon my windowpane where a tipsy breeze whistles through it's cracks
I pull my blankets tight beneath my chin, watching darkness enshrouded by a moon’s still lamplight
My every thought stirs like windchimes of quiet emotion within my soul
As whilful shutters on breathing songs, my eyelids finally collapse
This is when all my dreams stand ready to create brush strokes of color
Such are stars twinkling to an orchestra within my mind’s vision of painted worlds or a nightmare’s sullen shades
Written October 8th, 2017.
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