Poem for the Longest Night

  We sleep,

  digging our heads deeper

  into our pillows

  Twisting our feet into blankets,

  spreading our toes like new roots.

  In our dreams

  we pray

  to sleep through winter,

  This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

  hoping

  the morning sun will open

  the pressed together palms

  of our pale, tulip hands.

  We turn,

  in restless sleep,

  towards the veiled warmth

  of winter's languid

  brightness,

  and linger in a blanket

  of eyelid red light.

  - Kat Isacson