Before she sleeps


She opens a window
in hope that the sky
will fall in from outside
and it’s tailwind brings

her the moon and the clouds
lined with silver, a crowd
of the finest of stars
and a spare pair of wings..

Bones 1-10-2016

Something just struck me about this little piece

It has a vision built into it that encompasses so much more than what has been said

It reminds me of something I would have written (Or wanted to)  in better times

It was written by “Bones” another anonymous author on one of the poetry sites I hang out on

Yeah, I’m a geek like that

A dangerous one

But a geek nonetheless


He can be found here:

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