At night I prepare for sleep in a soft bed
The moonlight beams dance all night
Long on the ground, I dig, a slave
Shackled to my shovel grasped so tight—
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Thanks Josh for your comment of one of my poems: The sound of love. I read and reread aA Night I Prepare for a Soft Bed that took me into a subconscious dream with the poem....great job!
All I can offer is a wish for sweet sleep, as your words, ; in thunder, in the night. PEACE