Morning stars

In my dreams I wake up early enough to watch the morning stars fade into blue. I wear lipstick and it never gets on my teeth. And in the distance chimney smoke whistles silently upwards before disappearing so as not to hurt Mother Nature nestled in her weary, aching bones. In my dreams, things are peaceful outside every window and within every recess in my mind. In my dreams, words like yours, hers and theirs, do not sting like they do now. In my dreams, you are silent and my heart is quiet.


 

Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019

Between the Trees UK

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Image by sharsharu from Pixabay

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