The Sleep of Angels

Featured on lunatheblog.com   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

Mother

  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