The Sleeper Poem by Celia Nicole

The Sleeper

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Far, far out
Orange skies melted.
First to crusty red, then deepest blue-
Bits of heaven crumbled into the sea.
The clouds raced in slow motion,
Dragged by silver wires
Across that evening ceiling.
Eventually I woke the stars with a clap,
And they crawled under that fading cloak
To light the night.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: silver
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Celia Nicole

Celia Nicole

Massachusetts
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