I fall asleep
mouthing your name
like the words
to a prayer for good dreams
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃💤 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
I drift off, hoping
they rise and float
over the ocean to your ears
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃💤 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
Have they been reaching you?
Have you been singing mine back too?
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃💤 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
That must be why
I have, for the first time
had the most beautiful
sleep trancings
visions of a life unsurpassed
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃💤 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
The strands of your burnished hair
scorching my lips
as we blaze fearlessly
through the mist
dancing across my
boundless dreamscape
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃💤 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
Your happiness smile
the truest drug
I could ever possibly ingest
leaving me in bubbly bliss
every time I awake
to the feeling of your
fingers departing
gently gracing the tips of
my closely shorn hair
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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