Naykd Poet


My Sovereign Bed


This is my sovereign bed
Where I retire, lay my head
At the end of each day’s light
Where my soul by dreams, takes flight
To travel the cosmos, the universal realm
Subconscious navigating, captain of the helm
Oh what wondrous places I have been
Beyond anything conscious eyes have seen
Only to once again into this reality, be subdued
But for it be revived, be renewed.



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