It's Still Life

A FRECKLED SKY OF STARS

There’s a flute in the trees.
Did you hear its song.
It’s as short as a dream.

A whispered lullaby.
A cellar into sleep.

Close your itchy eyes
on night’s freckled stars.
Dream across the sky.

Written for Day 14: JusJoJan “Freckled”  ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter