Waking up to find you.
With that playful smile
Peaking out like an otter
Through a sea of blankets and pillows.
For a moment I float there,
Feeling weightless, dreamy downstream.
Our legs entangled like the roots of old oaks,
Settled in comfort and warmth.
Here is a world where we sit,
In a nest with high branches,
Outside of space and time.
The veil will encapsulate this world.
When I close my eyes one more time.
Falling asleep, I stay with you.
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Thanks for reading :)
About the Creator
Meg
I'm here to explore the depth of human experience and to stop procrastinating my passion.
The Business of Nature
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
By Skyler Saunders3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
Great poem! Very, very well written!
"Our legs entangled like the roots of old oaks" - nice one, Meg.
"Our legs entangled like the roots of old oaks" - oh, this is so gorgeous. Beautifully written, Meg. 💗