In sleep, some semblance find…

Of hope.
Nay not of hope,
Of peace.
Sung in some shadowed land,
Bereft of sorrows.
Empty.
Save for dreams,
And dreams of dreams.
And I say,
Sleep on!
And dream of nothing more,
Than this.
Sleep on.

Martha Bechtel

My name is Martha Bechtel and I write fantasy and science fiction stories, paint small model horses silly colors, cast resin and plaster magnets, code random code (and Wordpress plugins)... Come on in and join in the fun!

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