Promises...55 Flash Fiction Friday

It's really late and i have to go to bed so I can work tomorrow night (not fall asleep on the job) ...I will be around the 55's over the weekend, enjoying and commenting. Have a great weekend 55'ers! :))

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I can't help but fall into your promises

your eyes do that to me, make me want
to hum lullabies to unborn babies. Uncover
mysteries that glint in the sunlight between
a man and woman

Some promises are like that
like a fat sleepy cat stretched out
on a windowsill; purring - satisfied

Slipping into you

Love,

Dreaming... 55 Flash Fiction Friday

Dreams dreamed in the dark of night
change form and substance by the light of day

dreams dreamed in dazzling daylight lose themselves in the hush of the midnight hour.

The rose turns to black when the deepest
set of night closes over its red flushed petals, changing substance into shadow.

Assuming the rose survives the night
will daylight redefine its scented, velvet texture.





Have a wonderful weekend everyone...a snowy one for many of my American friends. :))

Love,