Bedtime

wrote in during an english lesson

For now I’ll stay still, I’ll rest in your arms

Till your voice is but a murmur in my shadowy mind

I listen to the stories flowing from your tongue, moving with your mind

Those threads of gold rest on my skin, cocooning me in a warm bed of love. Tender hands smooth my hair and sleep rises gently like a blanket tucked in.

Thoughts are gone -- Light is gone -- You are gone

 

The party begins