She kept her dreams in a jar on a nightstand.
Locked away, hidden from the light.
Before sleep overtook her, she would gently caress it.
Sweetly humming as her hands explored the familiar shape.
The cold glass always came as a surprise,
but she smiled a secret smile knowing the warmth contained within
would melt even the most gelid heart.
As fingers slowly felt around the lid, she knew all was secure.
Nothing would escape from there unless she willed it.
As she turned the jar with infinite care,
she felt each dream forming and taking shape,
happy to remain within, nestling with all her
other fantasies, floridly dancing within her head.
Holding the jar to her face, she felt the etched glass imprint
on her cheek, and she sighed, a deep contented sigh,
whilst eyes sought refuge in morpheus's arms,
and slowly, languidly, she held her dreams safe
Never to be revealed,
Broken,
Lost,
But preserved forever in the jar on her nightstand
till next she woke.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice sharing experience of a one night stand POETESS have u ever read any of my poetry since
Thank you for reading this but I think you might need to re read it as it is not concerning a 'one night stand' but rather the dreams held in a jar on a bedside table