Straight and soft and thin and white,
The sugar frosting by your head at night.

Billowing sails which tumble in creases,
Falling upon themselves, arms meeting.
Feathered backs breaking; you see limp spines
Double up with amusement, into crisp white lines.

And the flat horizon over which you peer
Is but a guise; a sly veneer
To cover up those soft cloud dreams
Which bend and tremble at the seams.

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  • Aiyanna on Feb 3, 2011

    For when you lay a head upon thy breast,
    You gain forever that eternal rest.
    But when you lay it upon a mortal beating heart,
    It heralds by far a brand new start.
    Go on fold that lonely pillow case,
    And go hold that hand in the mortal race.
    Together step out with a life brand new part,
    With the Eternal Flame burning within your heart.

  • Aizarphilia on Feb 4, 2011

    Very sweet. They’re… symbolic of dreams, I guess? You’re rhyming is superb, as per usual. I especially like ’sly veneer’; two wonderful words.

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