Light
The Sandman watches you sleep,
steals dreams read by night
as the moon runs chill,
dripping through his hands.
We go deeper for the light,
survey all those stolen hearts.
parts that can’t be taken,
the core of all things
in the burying tempest
between stones & words,
hate & the forgiving sun.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, March 24, 2021
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