She Sleeps

Send us Fan MailShe sleeps She sleepsholding night in her hands, still, in her lap, her breathing soft, rocking gently,silently,upon the train, as night passes in glowing, glimpses of light, whilst outside,the rushing shadows,race and hurry,with time herself passing by, but so stillshe listens, and dreams, the evening long, the songof her journey, longer, resting the twilight of a passing day, and in those preciousness of memories, lifted almostto the sacred, the beautiful blue of her summer skies, her face slowly, gently softens, opens,to the invisible wishes, the coming hush of a welcoming night, And then,there comes a flurry of invisible blossoms, the precious time of moments, a hundred,a flood,of midnight stars, for she smilesin her sleepingin constellations,the most beautiful the light, the life of resting,her facethe mirror,of a flowerof light,for the worldinside.Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me [email protected]