Sweet Dreams
Softly the trees sway
breezes steadily pulsating
plummeting my senses
DEEP DEEp DEep Deep
into a serene, sensual
serenade of sleep
slowly sifting
the sands of
consciousness
into a sea of dreams
where fantasy releases
the genesis of truth.
Jeanne I. Lakatos 2009

love the sensual serenade of sleep.
ReplyDeleteLuscious poem.
Happy St Andrew's Day
Thank you, Shug.
ReplyDeleteI didn't know anything about St. Andrew's Day. Had to look it up when I read your comment.
Happy St. Andrew's Day to you, too!