As the blanket of night fell,
She'd be under cozy sleep's spell,
Soaked in the warmth, under the sheets,
As though, floating in the calm waters.
In deep sleep, unawares though,
Rises she, and walks about,
Acts, all gory, she doesn't remember,
When she wakes, the morning after.
Copyright 2015 © Nandini Deka
Nice water imagery.
ReplyDeleteA cosy start to your lovely poem. Was she sleepwalking or dreaming I wonder?
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very beautiful
ReplyDeleteThose gory dreams!!!! They can be maddening and fascinating!
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