Goodnight sweet one, she thought
Her lips chapped from late night pillow kisses
Where animals were made from clouds
And dolls set out for tea with biscuits plenty
Her imagination a filter for her dreams
Of where he rides, his mane dark and tangled
A harvest moon in view
Come home, back to this tattered princess
She speaks within, her heart a megaphone
Her eyes the window to the falling sky
Lonely weeps the silence
Where ruptured hope intermingles
With dispersed confusion
Mistress she be, to wallowing shadows of wants
Mistress she be, to the armor that sheds and reforms
Sticking to shape like skin to snake
Until the echo of stifled screams burst out from inside
And harbored ghosts with metallic breath
Set sail as residential spirits
‘Cross the oceans of another
And she is made to float naked in solitude
As baptized infant reborn to innocence
Her totality submerged in forgiveness
~ Sam Craft, August. 2012
I love this poem. Sleep well my lovely friend. hugsss <3
night, night. xoxoxo
Damn you’re good….
LOVE that comment…
hehehehe Great one bulldog….love it like a bone 
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Wow! Every time I come back for a visit, your talent has grown exponentially! I really loved this:
“She speaks within, her heart a megaphone
Her eyes the window to the falling sky”
The visuals are magnificent!
Awe, thank so very much.
You are kind. hugs and love to you.
Beautiful childhood dream. “pillow kisses” – nicely put
Scott
Thanks Scott.
I like that part, too.
… Gorgeous!!! Wow! A visual masterpiece! c:
Thank you Amber Raven. Much appreciated. Will have to pop over yours and Simone’s blogs soon. I haven’t gone to many this week….have to play catch up. :0) hugs
“Her imagination a filter for her dreams
Of where he rides, his mane dark and tangled
A harvest moon in view
Come home, back to this tattered princess
She speaks within, her heart a megaphone
Her eyes the window to the falling sky…”
Wonderful Wonderful… I want to hear how your sleep went last night if you wrote this prior to bedtime…
So loved it — you are a modern day Feminine American “Rumi’ dear one ~~ xxoo
Much Love to you sea sis !
I’ve been quoted by the sea sis! Love, love, love Rumi….but you know that. He was so brilliant and wounded deep. So intelligent and highly intuitive….so thank you for that compliment.
with all those visions in my head…especially the tangled dark mane. hehehehe hugs and love to you.
Yes, I wrote it right before bedtime
Wow! Love this, Sam, very beautiful and vivid imagery! I wish you a wonderful Saturday! Hugs! xo
Thank you again, for your kind words.
This is very haunting. “Harbored ghosts with metallic breath”… Wonderful line.
Oh, thank you very much. I liked that line, too.
I can’t decide if I envy the subject or feel sorry for her, she seemed to be strapped to win poles in this.
Interesting. Probably both….as it spands over time.
In the end self-forgiveness and release. Thank you for your comment. 