Sandman

by Grey Ajurahck   Sep 26, 2007


Tramps the moon shadows,
cloud sifting on silent wind wings,
inhaling the rabid fog and dew,
peeling back the ebon night
to taste the sweet meat of
nightmares and dreams and fading stars
before disappearing in the coming sunlight
of a new horizon.

January 27, 1996

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  • 17 years ago

    by NyellMoonlight

    The imagery in this piece is superb, very vivid and whole poem is unique and captivating. I like the atmosphere of the whole piece, and your flawless and powerful descriptions.
    5/5 from me