The ride home is mundane
Ashen air erases all chromatics
As somnolence presses close
In dusk, all looks the same

Sleep sings a lullaby
Closing my eyes
With hypnotic draw
I come alive
Where you laugh with me

In the dawn
I awake with song
Yet alone  Thursday and open link night. A poem of my choice.

About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. I love Jesus and sharing my faith through written words. I currently have a poetry blog and also write on My main focus is hope in Christ. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused.
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17 Responses to Sleep-waking

  1. rothpoetry says:

    Dreams sing us lullabies and takes us places we can no longer go… Well done.

    Liked by 2 people

  2. msjadeli says:

    Accept the good where it’s found. {{{HUGS}}}

    Liked by 1 person

  3. This is a wonderful image of a good time you dreamed in your sleep and the slight melancholy in the last line of the poem indicating that the good time has past!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Frank Hubeny says:

    Nice lines: “I come alive
    Where you laugh with me”

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Dreams can be so much better than life itself. (or sometimes much worse)

    Liked by 1 person

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