My Thin Veil

My thin veil, an angel's garb her sheath draped

reverently across my dreaming brow, where sparks

dance an omnipresent waltz from dusk to forever,

world hopping.

Sometimes feet stomp in monster sized shoes, creating 

earthquakes forcing me to startle. While tiny thoughts burrow,

large voices mumble a growling manifesto.

Running for cover under my luring veil's protection, I lay

my head on earth's newly amended blanket. Now back to
my slumber I will dream timeless remembrances, where
I promise to restfully remain.