Source: Wikipedia (Public Domain)
Where dunes are whisked in wisps down the valleys
Quiet as midnight in pitch black alleys
Thar be dragons
Where boxes tumble into churning seas
Submerging with the ease of a sea breeze
Thar be dragons
When you twitch into the deeps of sleep
Amid the bleating of counted sheep
Thar be dragons
By B Gourley in poem, Poetry on August 19, 2016.
