Silent Night

by Sanober Khan

Let the nights come like a clearing

in the woods, with a silent beckoning

where I may gently
become aware...of surreal moon-winds

cocooning my skin

of winter mist-spun skies

sparkling...with revelations

of lucid dreams, stirring fantasies

and cushioning realities

The bliss...

of slow dancing with sleep

of blessings,

soft and forgiving

as my pillow,

where darkness,

is a healing balm of light,

where the sapphire depth

of my own love, startles

and warms...

and wounds my soul

and never really stops

deepening

engulfing the night

as a whole

where nothing else matters

where the only wonder,

warmth and validation I need...

is my own.

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