Sweet Dreams

Sweet Dreams

Contributed by W.S. White

Anchorage/ Mat-Su Valley

 

Midnight battle

Of cold, clear, obsidian sky

Bejeweled sparks of dust

Ebbing and dying

Fare well

Luminous Lune

With scars and trials

God Child of loneliness

Even you were conquered

With such fragility

It seems like a dream

 

W.S.White