The Poetry Lover

Satisfied with the limerick of the day,

she nestles into bed.
Pillow catching head;
'twix sheets of woolen red.

Dreaming of what future morn may bring,

Beneath the cozy sheet,
wiggling her feet,
where sleep and daydreams meet.

Moonlight casts a shadow on the wall,

the paintings shimmer clear,
The hope of new dawn near,
The warm light chased out fear.

Blinking, her face grows sleepy still.

....Time to slumber,
Get lost in dreamy wonder,
Thoughts like raging thunder.

She dances gracefully from cloud to cloud,

For future, yearning,
Embracing the journey,
...Always, learning,

Her bed is her home, her soul at rest,

Burried in covers,
Where inspiration hovers,
[she is]....The Poetry Lover.