Of the world without
Beguiled I stay awake
Minutes drag fingers that rakes
In waking hence I stay
Sleep is such taken from me
Dappled by shadows
Eyes staring I breath
The breeze that was kind to me
Stole into the room from crevices
On my warm face caressed it did
With sweetened Lilac air, fondled I be
Images of meadows of endless visage
Daisies, Bluebells, Joined in prayer
Crops of dandelions here and there
Like opals of an April dawn.
A sudden breath I draw with a smile
As thousands blooms of Narcissus
On a grassy slope not far away I see.
Light be sipped from the worldly cup
With straws of sunflower meads
Till light dwindles and a haze breeds
Which feeds off the colors make the sky bleed
As the globe of fire falls into the murky seas
Shades, I cry what is this I see
Shadows feeding upon my dream.
Vile little creatures with grim faces they be
Killed not, nor driven could they be
Once dusk has settled gone is but my dream
To the depraved shadows keep
Thus brood I in mood foul trying to sleep
But taken I am not under the siestas wings
Left to wander the road pass the gates
In the isle of my minds winding paths
Till light of dawn would I meet
Fidget and frown, creases run my brow
Sweat runs rivulets in nooks of body
Twist of self upon my king-sized bed
Beads of anger escapes to rents the nights shield
Still time creeps to no ends of which I can feel
Faces that mock, forms like wraiths
Mixing mud in my sanity
Still time drags its feet most gauntly
Edge of night I try and find, found it could not be
Frustration comes to limbs of...
Marvellous!
Great creative work. Excellent for the writer.
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