QUINCY DOMINIC WHITE

Sleep

 

Dusk of golden red

Disappears within darkness.

Night sky comes,

And shines black all over the realm of sleep.

This is the age of dreams,

A brief fade between light.

Before the sun awakens again,

There will be peace.

This is the universe of calm.

Breathe in the perfection of the night.

 

© 2024 Quincy Dominic White