Sleeping while dreaming

night covers the sky in darkness
sleep to dream of immortality
playing alone in the wilderness
release from the realm of reality

flying with borrow wings to this place
soaring above the world
feel the cool wind tickling my face
catch a falling star in a whirl

following a steep path of dreams
I falter down to the ground
I rise up to bubbles and steams
my face falls to a frown

why are dreams so hard to grasp?
maybe I should stop finishing my wine glass?


Sunday Scribblings: Sleep

Ode to Socks

just one pair can be so irresistible
wore day or night, here or there
they're so easily adjustable
they rarely lose their flair
knitted or woven, long or short
cotton, silk, no matter the material
mix and match to any outfit even shorts
they're nothing if not versatile
sure, they get lost sometimes
in the machine, underneath piles of clothes
finding them takes a lot of time
but oh so lovely when they do show
how nice they fit my feet, what salvation
who can resist this extraordinary invention

For Pensieve's Poetic License ~ February