By Jesse Nashe
Songs of a sleeping sky Diminuendo of a dying day I feel my emotions change The orange-red shifts into darkness And so do I
Slowly So slowly
The clouds wanton across my eyes in their whimsical wisdom Do they ever intend to show me the things they do? Visions of 1000 realities can be birthed from one glance My eyes can dilate in awe of a beautiful dream The gentle breeze of a fantasy can fly past my tranquil person
I can be lifted Enjoying the quiet of a day’s end Enjoying the hum of a sleeping giant called Sky whose skin has stars at night
Pull closed the curtains of the Sun Let Evening revere the beauty of her descent Let Night come through gently like a subtle wind
Let me fall away into the elusiveness of my mind The nimbus of complex yet serene thoughts
By Jesse Nashe
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