Yard Sale of Thoughts

When my mind is filled
with dread,
the moon’s warm cup of steam
puts my restless soul to bed.

Nestled by the pages read,
endless oceans in my head,
black skies swaddle me
in their sheets of Mulberry silk.

My eyelids readied sails.
The lantern stars lit.
I’ll reach the other side, 
safely exit today’s slip,
with steady snores for oars,
and the help of mother’s milk.

© 2026 | K.F. Hartless

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Cover Art: Christian Schloe