Sleeping World

The clock struck twelve half an hour ago

I am still in the garden, ignoring time’s constant flow

Night has fallen heavy over a sleeping world

The stars are blinking, the canvas unfurled


The moon has risen in her velvet sky

She gazes at our dreams as they float on by

Tonight she is timid, showing half her face

The moonlight kisses with ivory lace


I think I saw the glimmer of a gossamer wing

I hold my breath – the fairies might sing

There I sit among the silky blossoms and petals

Among the rosemary shrubs and jasmine frills


A little jingle of bells, a whisper of light

Then all’s a flutter as the fey take flight

I watch them go in the glistening golden cloud

Their laughter lyrical and in the silence loud


I sit a while and smile at the night

Silver shadows and the tingle of a frosty bite

The roses are nodding their crimson heads

I think it’s time, at last, to journey to bed


Picture and words copyright to Nicua Smit.

About Shemer

Author who loves reading, writing, horse riding, archery, books, dancing and many other things. Fulltime Soldier and part-time wildlife management student who loves to do adventurous things and explore the real world or books in her spare time.
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2 Responses to Sleeping World

  1. fallenviolet says:

    Moon gazing at our dreams…hmm…gives me an idea of God looking down on us adoringly

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