Creative Traditional:

[JolieH]

The night burrows us
into its time,
a blurred path.
A crickets chorus
sings songs into the fabric
of another bedtime tale.
~
No fear the slip or laps of choice.
It's only for a time.
The people of the night
as much of me as I of them.
Shake their hand, a friendly offer
to warm the chill of cold
that burns their clenched lids.
~
The dreams are secured.
A flag on the moon,
finds its place, like a smile
of a Cheshire cat - floating,
a puffed pillow traverse sphere.
~
The crescent moon tucks into its den,
a purring lioness kneads.
Ardors of a roughened hide,
at home in dreams, only a twitch.

[Moonchild]

Strong and vivid images.
I like what you did with this Jolie.
It's very imaginative and inspiring.
Keeps the mind reeling. Excellent write!

[Terence]

Lovely, Jolie. Full of ingenious imagery and compelling thoughts.

Terence

[Mysty]

Ooh I agree....... I will be back to read this one over and over... Love it Jolie


Mysty