Sleeping stars
Where upon
the moon?
In this
space,
rendered
small, so light,
fitting and
welcoming.
All the
stars, they sleep,
no edge to
their fall,
glitter spirals.
Smoking lightly,
dreams take
to the skies,
a conscious
forming
of jigsaws set
sail.
The light,
it breathes
easy,
relates stories
for your
mind’s eye
to dwell
in,
find
sanctuary,
and rescue
yourself
in slumber.
Copyright Vickie
Johnstone, March 8, 2021
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