Sunday, 27 November 2011

day knows of me. of my movement.
but night. night is more familiar.
more gentle.
reaches down to wrap around
the contours of my sleeping body.
a tender lover. a protector.
cradles me in dreams.

4 comments:

Elisheva said...

I too have imagined night drawing in like a friend to wrap around and having a kind of peace on it. I like this a lot!
x

demie said...

i like the way you use words...
i wish one day night will fell like this for me too ...

ellom said...

so close.

M Violetta said...

lovely!