The Portal of Sleep
It is a new beginning
In which the dawn passes me by
And I sway in the luxury of timelessness:
Swathes of harmony,
Red skies adorned
With the hallowed presence of the moon.
Your spirit-self takes me
To the heart of the dark wood,
Where the ghosts of past lovers
Weave between paths of ethereal lands.
I hear their whisperings
As midnight beckons to the portal of sleep.
© Mary Cochrane 2018