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Nomadic nights

By JennyT, published on Sep 9, 2013

fingers splintering on bare wood the night, eyes closed ~ except through my third eye, the centre of my brows

early hours are silent, bar the tinkering ivories that draws me from unconscious sleep dreams will not be ReMembered when I wake yet still I wonder

violins draw close, like moths fluttering, movement; bow on strings music helps my flight, as I drift or am I deep in slumber now

wings circle overhead escaping from the birds hush morning do not come to soon I am in the woods, a far off place morning will enter, UNknowingly disturb

spin… SPin hallucinating?... (more)

Tags: poetry, dreams, prose, nightmares, dragons, restless, insomnia, sleeplessness, violins, pianos

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