MC ( / Isles of Scilly living in Barbados)

A Drift Of Dreams

Dreams drift
in random ambiguity
not naming names
or pointing fingers,
showing little snips
of hope
a magic thing to cherish
through the day.

Sleep comes
and nighttime wraps itself around
the quiet dream
that slides in tonight
and every night
of eyes
that smile and kissing lips
that brush cheeks
oh so gently.

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Comments (2)

Dera Friend You are lucky You dreaming every night Such beautiful dreams ‘Who is that girl with smiling lips…? Good poem, good write. When time permits pls go thru my ‘Smudge of Blood’ Regards, Nooruddeen
Harmony, and accompanying mood … good start …