in the valley of the moon...it drifts
light and white, a dense fog
waiting for closed eyes and unguarded thought
as images impale cerebral hemispheres
whimsically it dallies, a shadow on dark walls
flashes of color play on the backdrop of dreams
while softly it whispers a lullaby
a sweet dream comes
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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