In the depth of slumber,
terracotta dreams flow silently into existence.
Aburst with a brilliance that burns slowly,
and without mercy, quietly and relentlessly.
Etching its presence deep within the recesses of the mind.
A smoldering reminder of the fine line
that exists between the conscience and sub-conscience.
Magnificent terracotta colors
seer their way through, blazing a fiery pathway
that leads deeper into this temporary place,
that only exists while asleep.
To awaken, risks disturbing
the unique tranquility of this colorful space.
The sweltering terracotta madness,
gathers one securely in its clutches.
An unsolicited hypnosis cloaked
in an undetectable disguise.
Terracotta dreams will overtake you,
the moment you close your eyes.
By Sylvia Porter-Hall
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3 thoughts on “Terracotta Dreams”
This is great! I only wish I could sleep this well. The older I get the less I sleep well. You have a real way with words. Very gifted!!
Thank you for those kind words Levi!. Encouragement is a beautiful thing and often comes at a time when we need it the most. I’m so glad you enjoyed it!
I really did. I follow several poets that I rally like and you will be another I read all but I can’t find the follow by email you added.