The sky is falling asleep,
floating away despite perfect knowing.
Softly softly moving.
With it goes the threads of dreams,
that link the heart, the soul….
and you and me.
A day to remember
The sky is falling asleep,
floating away despite perfect knowing.
Softly softly moving.
With it goes the threads of dreams,
that link the heart, the soul….
and you and me.
A Wandering Poet 