And she closes the curtains
Of her house of poetry
It has been a long day
And now it’s time
to go to sleep
But there are still new poems
That eagerly want to be written
and read
They are like the flames
of the candles
That make dancing shadows
on the wall
But now, she really says good night
to her fairy man
Good night to her poems
Tomorrow will be a new day again
The last tale she’ll tell today
is how she’ll fall asleep in his arms
©RoseGirl2018
Rose Girl's World 