Sunday, 12 May 2019

where the cliff met the sea


I set up my bed
by the break of day
I strung clouds together
wove rain as wallpaper

my bedroom was floating
on the placid ocean so
I stuffed my pillowcase
with the colours of space

with the day's sunshafts
I braided a farewell memory
One that I will keep deep down
and wait for the night to drown.

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