Wednesday, January 23, 2013

star trek lullabye: insomnia voyages rock the cradle good night (40 words)

poetry in the middle of the night is a kind of hand cranked can opener
carving space between the worlds, a star gazer's delight
floating here between star bright wind brief
the stellar wind rocks the cradle of me good night

1 comment:

  1. This rings familiar as just last night, in the middle of it, I was up with poetry in my mind that I had to write down... carving space between the worlds... and only after could I sleep.