Folded clouds,
rolls of cotton wool
tumbling, tumbling
air-dry fresh,
fly out the flag
and corpse-press it flat.
Plump up the marshmallows,
snuggle down deep,
time for bed,
time for sleep.
Tag: bed
Blanket Fort
Our covers are soft,
they call us under
to the secret land known only as
Slumber.
It’s a place of whispers,
a cave of dreams,
an escape from reality for those
less keen.
While we’re there,
wrapped in each other’s arms,
all I know is your love keeping
me calm.
When we return,
drowsy but content,
I remember the time there we
blissfully spent.
Treeshallow Musings 