15th April 2026.
spilling over the sill like a warmth;
to find the brittle remains of the afternoon.
I felt the tether of the dream pull tight,
a heavy cord of silk and ancient dust
dragging me toward the luminescence
Of the sunken sun.
I whispered your name into the quiet -
And your echo answered.
Where does the dreaming end,
And the waking begin?
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2026-04-15 at 22:32
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Gilded Thread.
The evening arrived in shades of saffron,spilling over the sill like a warmth;
to find the brittle remains of the afternoon.
I felt the tether of the dream pull tight,
a heavy cord of silk and ancient dust
dragging me toward the luminescence
Of the sunken sun.
I whispered your name into the quiet -
And your echo answered.
Where does the dreaming end,
And the waking begin?
Poetry by John Ashleigh
Read 31 times
Written on 2026-04-15 at 22:32
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