Sleep

i-sleep

Two candles in the dark
Skim the surface
Where light fills the shadows
And dark things chortle,
Awaiting bastions of rays
The weaver spins deep
Then plays his orchestra
While the charmed one sleeps.

 

 


© Sharon Chapman, 2012

Public Domain Photo

A firebird on ice - South West Moscow, a forest park 1984
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