It’s the Little Things – Editorial

It’s the little things, like having a dream. Not in the broad sense of some grand hope for your life, but in the literal sense of dreaming while you sleep.

My Lullaby

Though our lips have never met,
I have kissed you a million times,
For each time that I have slept,
I partake of you in my mind.

If I Sleep

Or lilting words from thoughts unkept,
That speak my name with loving breath…

Lost Dreams

Not once does life come to me,
The vivid lucidity of wondrous dream…

Voyeur

Aglow in my dark night,
Your raven hair,
Paints calligraphy across linen…

Dreamy

As incantations blew in the wind,
With whimsical words spoken low,
Chanted breeze caressed each limb…

My Lullaby

Though our lips have never met,
I have kissed you a million times,
For each time that I have slept,
I partake of you in my mind.

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