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as my mind spins mulberry threadto weave into a silken dream thereupon the edge of sleep i step on through . . .
night journey
to weave into a silken dream thereupon the edge of sleep i step on through . . .
to weave into a silken dream thereupon the edge of sleep i step on through . . .
A LITTLE SOMETHIN' 
The edge of sleep appears to have flecks of brilliant color
i like that…
silken dreams:
not only
about what
one wears,
but about
where one
goes
yes
Nance, I really love these last few – a more ethereal, floating quality – its coming from your soul. Keep dreaming.
gentle nudging appreciated
Silk swirls around my mind,
cocooning
silk
swirls around my mind,
cocooning
a holding pattern
to land
a hidden heart
of change
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 see photography in your poetry.
a perfect way to doze off!
that place right before sleep takes me, there exists no good name for it.