I write so I can breathe. I am constantly evolving, mindless at times, frustrating even perhaps but heck, I wouldn't change the smell of freedom that comes with writing.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Wakeful Dreams

Snug in the warm comfort
in my world of dreams
a child I am again
leaping kangaroo strides,
thoughts leading me…

on my toes I stand atop the Everest
fingertips touching the moon

The winds of the deserts beckon
slivers of moonlight
tease with a mystery touch
and here again I wake…
sigh and comprehend reality
as sleep eludes

Hands reach out to finish
Jeffery Archer’s fantastic spread
…excitement mounts like speed
on a go-karting summer day.
The thriller keeps me up
the leftovers of the night.

Copyright Sandy@2010

1 comment:

  1. Cyclic life... "Leftovers of the night" great!