by Mary Ellen Smith

For a little while I slept

And found me in my dreaming, wept.

Then stayed my eyes refusing light

Even with the days invite.

Naught could take me from your bed.

For now your pillow stays my head.


This sleepy down, a feathered sky

Wispy thoughts, imagined I.

Such lovely dreams, I hold on tight

To that which came to me at night.

Ah, but the beauty, perfect dawn

I acquiesce, and rise and yawn.


Author's Note: reworked a bit.

Posted on 01/04/2008
Copyright © 2024 Mary Ellen Smith

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/07/08 at 03:27 PM

A pleasant poem to open one's eyes to first thing in the morning. All the best for 2008 Mary Ellen! :o)

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