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  1. I gave this bedtime poem the title "i write you into my sleep":

    i go to rest and sleep draws near
    i shape my dream before it's here
    set the scene behind closed eyes
    weave you softly through night skies

    i write you into sleep’s slow stream
    as if you’ve always been my dream
    and all turns real when you're here
    the night obeys what love makes clear

    #poetry
    #todayspoem
    #poetryOnMastodon
    #oniric
    #OniricPoetry

  2. #poetry
    #PoetryOnMastodon
    #oniric
    #OniricPoetry

    in the moonlight
    before a dandelion

    a fairy
    almost not there

    in the wind
    the wish turns into silver dust

    ah
    if only i could ask her

    a question
    that does not choose its ending

  3. #poetry
    #PoetryOnMastodon
    #oniric
    #OniricPoetry

    in the moonlight
    before a dandelion

    a fairy
    almost not there

    in the wind
    the wish turns into silver dust

    ah
    if only i could ask her

    a question
    that does not choose its ending

  4. #poetry
    #PoetryOnMastodon
    #oniric
    #OniricPoetry

    in the moonlight
    before a dandelion

    a fairy
    almost not there

    in the wind
    the wish turns into silver dust

    ah
    if only i could ask her

    a question
    that does not choose its ending

  5. #poetry
    #PoetryOnMastodon
    #oniric
    #OniricPoetry

    in the moonlight
    before a dandelion

    a fairy
    almost not there

    in the wind
    the wish turns into silver dust

    ah
    if only i could ask her

    a question
    that does not choose its ending

  6. #poetry
    #PoetryOnMastodon
    #oniric
    #OniricPoetry

    in the moonlight
    before a dandelion

    a fairy
    almost not there

    in the wind
    the wish turns into silver dust

    ah
    if only i could ask her

    a question
    that does not choose its ending

  7. Writing at night –
    the ink follows its own rules.

    In the morning,
    the sentences gaze at you
    like forest creatures roaming the village:
    a blue deer,
    a red fox,
    a green stag,
    leaping silently over rooftops.

    Who spoke in the night?
    You or them?

    The words
    fly like wings of light,
    while the creatures disappear
    into the houses' dreams.

    #oniric
    #poetry
    #oniricpoetry
    #poesieonirique

  8. Writing at night –
    the ink follows its own rules.

    In the morning,
    the sentences gaze at you
    like forest creatures roaming the village:
    a blue deer,
    a red fox,
    a green stag,
    leaping silently over rooftops.

    Who spoke in the night?
    You or them?

    The words
    fly like wings of light,
    while the creatures disappear
    into the houses' dreams.

    #oniric
    #poetry
    #oniricpoetry
    #poesieonirique
    #PoetryOnMastodon