The future’s long view
The strange fall of nighttime hours
A sleep-addled rant
Sleepy words
Just a little astral projection
May falls behind us as we tumble into summer the dream of downtime and family time cast large on the screen of our eyes finding new spaces to grow and to be the sweet call of summer moving through us in dreams - Caroline A. Slee
Survival is not enough in the span of everything breathing free is a gift a bliss we forget until we begin the slow suffocation of the air as it fails us dreams return quiet or unspoken a secret we keep to ourselves casting our circle smaller to guard that small flame - Caroline A. Slee
Photo by Rachel Xiao on Pexels.com Our dreams were too heavy a burden unbearable weighing down the world with each ponderous step Our dreams were too heavy sinking beneath the waves an endless drowning figure ghostlike in the gloom Our dreams were too heavy sinking cities, tearing down the stars etched upon our hearts as … Continue reading Sinking Cities #MondayBlogs
Rest will come with dreams of the air a peace we chase with our eyes shut tight ~ Caroline A. Slee
Photo by Skylar Kang on Pexels.com Dreams were not simply dreams but a wish and a hope cast over us as we slept the sandman delivering blessings to a sleeping world oblivious to the magic at hand reaping only the sweet reward - Caroline A. Slee