At rest in the quiet,
falling into the dark,
fading into shadows ablur
with the mists of dream…Faltering into the embrace of one’s undoing —
Breaking into the tired pieces of one’s person —There is no better sleep
than that which pulls you waking,
than that which overtakes you,
like the setting of the sun.
Poet; writer of imaginative fiction; lover of works of ancient wisdom and myth, explores the intersection of wisdom, poetry and imagination. Follow @CaelanRowan
Poet; writer of imaginative fiction; lover of works of ancient wisdom and myth, explores the intersection of wisdom, poetry and imagination. Follow @CaelanRowan
