Ernestine Northover - Visions

Sweet slumber, you're slowly falling,
One sub-conscious sinks in sleep,
And dreams they are now calling,
From all angles they do creep.

Some memories are for trawling,
And powerful feelings leap,
With visions so enthralling,
Thus causing the soul to weep.

But there can be no stalling,
The mind is thinking deep,
Then it awakens, overhauling,
Such fragile sanity, to keep.

© Ernestine Northover

Ernestine Northover

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