Sleepless

The halls are wide and strewn with heaven's stars,

white walls adorned in pearls under the sea's heaving chest.

The palace lay in sleep upon the sands of the deep,

but still my mind runs on wild paths and finds no rest.

The warm waters engulf the flourishing royal gardens,

little ocean flowers bloom amidst the stinging thorns.

The metallics of an armored soul haunt my very footsteps,

and even the fall of petals is a sounding golden horn.

Author's Note

(Or. M)

Reviews

[Alex Cook]

Beautifully done. Very nice.

[Coyote Poetry]

I have enjoyed your poetry. You create place and visions of beautiful places. You do not waste words. The poem left me the want to know and read more. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote