Night claims me for its own;
A dreamer’s sleeping light
Finds in the shadow of an eyelash
Stories new.
In wakeful solace linger
The granules of a chime
And measure time like sand-strokes…
In adieu.
*
vic briggs
A writer adrift
Night claims me for its own;
A dreamer’s sleeping light
Finds in the shadow of an eyelash
Stories new.
In wakeful solace linger
The granules of a chime
And measure time like sand-strokes…
In adieu.
*
vic briggs 
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“shadow of an eyelash”
Love this.
Thank you, Lance. I like to appeal to the juxtaposition of light and darkness. Shadows are to me the world in-between, and I hoped that the expression you liked would allude to another in-between: that between wakefulness and sleep.
During that last fleeting moment of sleep before I am fully awake, I have wonderful dreams, dreams that sometimes manifest into blogs.
God help me! God help those who read them.
Thanks for your work and for your words.
Truly Thanks
Love it 🙂
Thank you. 🙂
You are welcome 009. Formerly 6645. xx
Once an agent always an agent in my books, 6645. I’m sure M and Q will agree 🙂 x
🙂 Thanks for saying that, much appreciated.
We’ll storm the castle yet. There is still the mystery of the agent lost in the land of the Samurai to be uncovered – maple vs lotus flower perhaps…? 🙂
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Love this, now I want to sleep to do this.
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