A tritina for the Secret Keeper”s writing prompt.
NIGHT | LINE | HEAL | THRILL | TIME
Silver nets catch star fish in the night,
And lines cast from the cloudy depths of time
Ravel up the dreams that mend our sleep.
When all our loves and hopes are drowned in sleep
And drift like phantom feathers in the night,
We shiver in the yawning cold of time.
Life spins so fast and leaves us little time
To waste in the oblivion of sleep,
I count instead the haul of star-stitched night.
Night time, I will sleep amid a shoal of stars.