the softest touch
of cloud laid against
nights cheek
whisper to blue dreams
wrap all the tired pain
of this day
in seashell pink
lay it down for a time
cradled rest
swaddled like a newborn
brushed by treetops
sleep child
until the sun
the softest touch
of cloud laid against
nights cheek
whisper to blue dreams
wrap all the tired pain
of this day
in seashell pink
lay it down for a time
cradled rest
swaddled like a newborn
brushed by treetops
sleep child
until the sun
The colours and texture are so beautiful..like that drowsy safe feeling before sleep..
Thank you Jae – hope you are keeping warm and that you are not experiencing the storms and floods!
Such a blessing — even my breath felt freer, line by line. Lovely.
Thanks Anne. It was inspired by a sunset photo a friend took and after his mother passed away.