Sweet Dreams

In our dreams, our minds begin their journeys,

bringing us to castles, and hawks

and light drifting, flickering

down empty corridors of stone

and perhaps a lover’s breath

on our cheek

to hide us from the dragon’s wrath,

as our spirits learn to rest

we breathe easier.

Sweet dreams.

   

Poetry © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

 

Harbors Hold Us Anchored

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Harbors hold us anchored, but only until we are brave enough

to admit we needed the rest, and until we seek more

than just the wind. A deep knowing that our hearts

are renewed, by longing more frequently

for the setting sun.

    

Note: My friends I am seeking a deeper rest

but to be honest, I often wonder how.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies