I am naught but a dream
A song faintly remembered
With no music left to write
How restless these days
And endless the night
When there is fulfillment in sleep
And dread upon waking
Thank you! The image is one I found online that is Creative Commons Licensed. I usually write first and find the image after. Finding this one that fit the words so well felt like kismet!
Sadly, it certainly IS becoming more fulfilling to sleep and dreadful to rise these days, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteWell writ, Lori!
Thank you so much.
DeleteWell said. Is this image something you created? I goes beautifully with your words.
ReplyDeleteThank you! The image is one I found online that is Creative Commons Licensed. I usually
Deletewrite first and find the image after. Finding this one that fit the words so well felt like kismet!