Sleep the sleep of the innocent and the just. Your eyelashes rest against your plump cheek, and your mouth, in rest, slips out of its normal smile into gentle lines. What hills are you climbing in your dreams? I hope you are rolling down endless slopes, feeling the grass, no prickles there, flutter against your face. How many treetops have you kissed as you survey the view from the highest branches, the bark rough against your fingers and the leaves whispering their own tune in your ears?
How many animals' fur have you twisted wet with your tears, and brushed with your whispers? Heard the warm hum of purring in your ears and the murmur of unconditional love in your ears? How many wonderful adventures have you had?
Sleep little one, sleep and dream...
Minerva
8 comments:
Very nice. Hope you don't mind, but I posted that on blogsbywomen.blogspot.com :)
I feel a stirring within me... inspiring me towards writing verse. I'm not there yet - I used to write in the past - but I reckon if I keep reading your writings I'll get there. Thank you.
Minerva dear, I do believe there has been some sort of misunderstanding. The brillianter comment was a play on the Alice in Wonderland quote "curioser and curioser". You know I love your blog!
Hi, Michele sent me. Lovely post!
That was extremely beautiful.
SD
That was just lovely!
Damn beautiful... How do you manage to write like that ? You should write a poem book..
You really should write a poem book... Serious... Let me know if you do.. You write so god damn beautifully that you shoul have been paied to do it!
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