Dreams by Means
Linger in my head
Dreams by means of sleeping,
Some linger in my head,
And the crops I’m reaping,
Are my daily bread.
As I lie in bed I drift,
Into another place,
And as I feel the shutters shift,
My consciousness I misplace.
Dreams by means of sleeping,
Some linger in my head,
And the crops I’m reaping,
Are my daily bread.
As I lie in bed I drift,
Into another place,
And as I feel the shutters shift,
My consciousness I misplace.
The Lark shares fictional short stories and poetry