Woke

Adrift cerulean, like foam on the sea

Lunar light lingers long, charicartures among

Like twilight jade with thorn lips-

Blooming bruises and goodbyes.

 

Meadows of mellowed marigolds-

Singing lonesome lullabies

To the pale absense of another 

Sunless sky.

All of this echoes,

Echoes  shy good-byes.

As dreams, like lazy petals, 

Waltz the breeze of waking,

I feel the center of my soul

Is aching.

Like wordless memories sailing like fiction

With the clouds,

Time drips bare on willow arms,

A place reality never

Woke 

Reviews

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

Brilliant very good job on this. To smoothen it and soften it.

[Willard Wells]

Memories and longing as you drift off or wake from sleep with thoughts within your dream like state. Well Done.