The Sleep of Angels

Featured on   Babies breath Spouted pure Released and sent adrift   Nightly death Engulfing vapour Sweeps into the rift   Mimicry crowds An age old ploy Assigning sheep a number   Cotton clouds Softened with joy In readiness of slumber   Let rhythm follow Of images known Coalesced in tangled streams   Trust … Continue reading The Sleep of Angels


  A mother is a heart A fountain of endless love That brings life to a family   A mother is a home A safe haven of memories That nurtures life selflessly   Life didn't exist before you And Life wouldn't exist without you