night journey 12 Replies . . . as my mind spins mulberry thread to weave into a silken dream thereupon the edge of sleep i step on through . . .
Simply Darlene April 27, 2012 at 9:42 am silken dreams: not only about what one wears, but about where one goes
nancy Post authorApril 25, 2012 at 11:03 am silk swirls around my mind, cocooning a holding pattern to land a hidden heart of change
nancy Post authorApril 25, 2012 at 10:27 am that place right before sleep takes me, there exists no good name for it.
shrinkingthecamel April 25, 2012 at 3:42 am Nance, I really love these last few – a more ethereal, floating quality – its coming from your soul. Keep dreaming.
steve April 25, 2012 at 3:25 am What a great photograph. It illustrated that void at the edge of sleep where the monochrome world of dreams waits to color our sleep.
i like that…
The edge of sleep appears to have flecks of brilliant color
yes
silken dreams:
not only
about what
one wears,
but about
where one
goes
gentle nudging appreciated
silk
swirls around my mind,
cocooning
a holding pattern
to land
a hidden heart
of change
i see photography in your poetry.
that place right before sleep takes me, there exists no good name for it.
Nance, I really love these last few – a more ethereal, floating quality – its coming from your soul. Keep dreaming.
Silk swirls around my mind,
cocooning
What a great photograph. It illustrated that void at the edge of sleep where the monochrome world of dreams waits to color our sleep.
a perfect way to doze off!