Wednesdays are for poets

I am lost
in a maze of dreams
under the covers
of a midnight moon.

My breath died
on the down pillow
as I sank beneath
the weary sky.

One day I may rise
and touch the feathered clouds.

One day I may fly
amid the burning stars.

Cyn Bagley 2008

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