And slowly, the lights went from a hail of rays to the calm, almost lachrymose darkness that safely envelops your room
Cacophonies and their raucous clones surrounded every corner
Now, the faint hum of sedans cruising accompanies the welcomed silence
Tired attire disperses, the sheets call you to their surface
and to say “a bed of clouds” would be an understatement
No, it’s more like heaven-sent sand that conforms to contours
and as the night continues, as the sun dances in a titan’s shadow, there’s no flavor entering or leaving your lips
simply the fresh, empty wind of peppermint and wintergreen, making its way to and fro and just as easily, the scent soothes you:
Sandalwood and vanilla, flirting with each other's fragrances like love-struck Flamenco rhythms, this all is the perfect way to ease you into R.E.M.
Goodbye to the myopic cycles and to capre deim
Hello to carpe noctem.
About the Creator
Rich R.
Your mind and mine are both homes to infinite possibilities. Let's let them all flourish, shall we?
You can find more of my creations and my social media via this link! [ https://linktr.ee/rjrpoetry ]. I hope we get a chance to connect.
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