sleep well, dear city

sleep well, dear city

A Poem by Calliope

Text on glowing white cannot convey the simple thrill of terror dashing down the spine


Of a well-worn novel, caked with dust


Breathe, and know that you are.


Sleep well till sunrise, when paper-thin arms fail to steady your gaze and the carefully constructed house of cards is blown away,


An aftermath after all.


The moon is blind and we blinded it.


The stars are silent, but we speak for them.


Take wing and under cotton sheets, may you find the warm, slender embrace



Of a goodnight.

© 2015 Calliope


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Calliope
Calliope

Melbourne, FL



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