this is lovely...reminds me of emily dickinson for some reason

A gloriously inspirational write. Wonderful work, Gwen!
Peace,
Carolyn

you have a beautiful and memorable style, poet. taking something so mundane and revealing the magic which engulfs us daily. thank you for sharing, and happy holidays!

What a magical and inviting poem this is. The thing you call sleep sounds like an enchanted and romantic waltz between your soul and your muse. Suspect all who read this now yearn to go where you go when slipping under their covers:-)
Aberjhani

This is like being wrapped up in a warm and comfy blanket of love and adoration Gwen
Splendid work
Peter

I guess I can see the beauty of the ethreal world you paint. And, You paint it so well too. But for me, sleep is a terrifying experience, and instead of sweet dreams of whatever, I have nightmares of what was. My terror is real, and it keeps me up most nights until the next morning when it gets light out. Only then, with people up and about do I feel really safe. But your poem here is bright, and happy (I wish I could be happy). Anyway Gwen, thnx for sharing your wonderful gift of insight. May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, stubborn and determined to a fault, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your very sad and terrified little sister, Barbie



"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have a right to be."

let the light of your dreams always embrace the depths of your heart and soul ...

splendid poem!

A beautifully peaceful poem Gwen, georgeous!

Paul;-)

Absolutely beautiful poetry sis1!

Love Tinka

This is absolutely lovely, Gwen!
Take care,
Sherry

This is as enchanting as a peaceful dream. ~~Nordette

excellent. sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite.

then write.
TX

My dreams are filled with light

And that is truly a wonderful thing, as is this poem, Gwen.

Aw, this is a sweet one, Gwen. Would that all of our dreams were this wonderful.

Beautiful work Gwen! This poem is a mate to mine tonight;-)Like kissing cousins...hahaha

Love,
Eileen