Reverie
Category: Waxing Poetica
The Solace of Sleep
When the bed covers feel like lead covers and the solace of sleep soothes enough to quiet the relentless courtship of fear (and death) and unquenchable sorrow until the cycle starts again tomorrow- This is my "in-between" And it is a lonely place Though my isolation is self-imposed A rose doesn't need other roses to … Continue reading The Solace of Sleep
The Free Milk Cow
Another year has come and gone And with it went my pride There is no more pretending Not to see the days go by Love and hope give way to comfort In the midst of gloom A dream still held to in my heart That will expire soon. I will daily count my blessings Grateful … Continue reading The Free Milk Cow
