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Sleep Dust.

Updated on March 12, 2010

 

Sleep Dust.

 

 

Its portal,
is the open mouths
of all of those

who slumber.
It slips quietly inside
giving souls wings.


Fantastic worlds expand,
as mortals

become Godlike,
or dance

like demons
in the making
of their own hell.


Endless illusions
cavort on

the pinpoints
of the pupils
beneath fluttering eyelids.


Smiles play

across lips,
or frowns bend,
as flesh tosses

and turns.


Much later

daydreams
invade our daze,
with fantasies

from beyond
the sacred realms.


Make note of

your dreams,
some can hold

deeper meanings.


Beware the

prophecies,
of future warnings,
you just might

carry the torch
amidst the darkness
of man's follies.

 

 

©-MFB III

 

 

 

Shivers Of Joy.  

 

Love like

winter glistens,
with a

thousand diamonds
in the gleam

of your eyes.


You are my

snow angel amidst
soft white blankets,
spreading heaven for me,
as we roll through
the January doldrums.


Hibernating in

each others arms,
outside the winds howl,
inside we giggle
and kiss away the chill.


It seems

that one can
never get

close enough,
in their flights
through the heavens
without eventually
melting into the
earthbound

bliss of two,
me and you.

 

 

 

 

©-MFB III

 

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      Micky Dee 7 years ago

      Ah- per chance to dream.

      On snow like vanilla ice-cream!

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