Marjorie A. Buettner...


There is a Sleep

There is a sleep of one who waits for another and a sleep of one who tries to forget. There is a sleep of the tired of heart and the sleep of the tireless. There is the sleep of thunder in a snowstorm like the sleep of the moon hidden behind clouds. We gather, each of us, our secret dreams and wish upon the dust of stars.

this year's coldest night-- we lie down between the creaks of the bed

in Hermitage, 2005

Copyright Marjorie Buettner, 2005