The Cartographer of Dreams
By Saywisely
1 min read
Sep 5, 2024
With ink of moonlight, quill of feather,
He maps the lands of sleeping weather.
The shifting shores of half-remembrance,
The winding roads of somnolence.
He charts the peaks of lucid thought,
The lonely isles that fear has wrought.
A silent guide to inner space,
Leaving no memory, not a trace.
He maps the lands of sleeping weather.
The shifting shores of half-remembrance,
The winding roads of somnolence.
He charts the peaks of lucid thought,
The lonely isles that fear has wrought.
A silent guide to inner space,
Leaving no memory, not a trace.