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To Bed |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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To Bed My pillow is life’s bosom where I lean my heart to weep My coverlet are twining arms that rock my pain to sleep And in the purple shades of night, reflections softly spin Into the dreams that brush a wistful thought across my skin The night is like a mother’s breast that nurtures my desires The room is like a trundle bed to which the soul retires My body’s clothed in moonlight and my eyes are star’s retreat Beyond the window, dreams inscribe the pathway of my feet But here beneath my pillow, is a whisper gently pressed A memory or two of nights when love was softly blessed I’m wrapped in shadow’s silent peace, that only night bestows In downy shades of indigo, I find a sweet repose (But not tonight. I'm up at 3:30 writing this) Elizabeth Santos |
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garysgirl  
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
This is so beautiful, Liz. I love your poetry. I'm still up, too, though it's only 2:36 where I am. LOL Still time to go to that nice soft bed. LOL Hugs, Ethel |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Ethel, Yes I'm off to bed again the soft down is calling me Thanks Liz |
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Lost Awhile Junior Member
since 2004-05-06
Posts 17UK |
Soothing stuff. Reminds me of a poem I used to read to my kids..I think it was called Winkin, Blinkin and Nod. I loved that one too! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
welp, you got me thinking...so good night now see ya tomorrow  |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Lovely work, Liz, as always...  Regards Sudhir |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Winkin, Blinkin and Nod is one of my favorite poems of all time. Thank you for reminding me |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
But here beneath my pillow, is a whisper gently pressed A memory or two of nights when love was softly blessed I’m wrapped in shadow’s silent peace, that only night bestows In downy shades of indigo, I find a sweet repose  I don't think you even begin to realize how articulte and elegant you are...awe inspired write! |
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