Thursday, January 15, 2009

goodnight, goodnight

white wave
swallows
moon-snails of thought
ravenously
chasing the spiral
ever down
to its beginning.

black crow
holds
pieces of
the night sky
together
with his embrace
chest glistening
with countless stars.

red quilt
settles
around your shoulders
softly
its patches of blue
and cream flannel
murmuring
a promise
of wildberry dreams.


Rachel Westfall
January 15, 2009

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