A Collection of Dreams

All of my dreams
Have turned to diamonds.

At night I mine them,
Extracting eggs from underground.

Once washed clean,
The outside is a milky white.

I keep them on a shelf of oak
Planed smooth and stained nut-brown.

They glow by candlelight,
Dozing in the nest I've made.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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