Gentle Slumber Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gentle Slumber



Finally, gently falling into a slumber of sorts,
holding hands, looking into eyes of brevity,
and holding crystal vases of tonight.
Allowing dreams to continue in sacred orders of enlightenment.

Sunday, August 11, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams,enlightenment
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