Sentinels
They stand at the doorway to sleep
sentinels to my dreams
they always appear in threes
I think they might disappear
one at a time– deep in the darkness
at the doorway to sleep
Sleep starts and stops
the night grows heavy
I think they might appear
My dreams are unlocked
flowing in a river of thought
one at a time—deep in the darkness
Pamela Olson, 5/5/08
This poem was inspired by the prompt
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