alone alone
on a wide
wide bed
no goodnight
sweet dreams
twas ever said
if dreams roll in
enfold prone body tight
be they nightmares
or delight
what sensations
memories
will an inky bliss
span in vibrant bright
in dream twilight
if come sweet dreams
how nice they may chance be
dreams of sweet creativity
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem