Tonight I found a few quiet words waiting in the drawer.
They seem to belong to that soft place between evening and sleep, where the rooms grow distant and thoughts begin to float.
I don't know yet where this fragment is going.
For now, I am leaving it here, beneath the pink sky.
The Floating Dream Drawer poem
The surreal upward drift into the pink sky
The whispering softness, and the misty calm
Warm dreams, you’ve kept them safe,
The thoughts you tucked away,
Quiet dreams rise softly
They drift upward and glow
In the evening mist they blow.
You feel like a drifting threshold
Between wake and dream.
Soft, delicate and slow peace.
There are floating minds and hearts,
Whispers and quiet melodies hummed
Between avenues of different rooms.
The surreal upward drift into the pink sky
The whispering softness, and the misty calm
Warm dreams, you’ve kept them safe,
The thoughts you tucked away
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