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.

01/03/2008

Author's Note: reworked a bit.

Posted on 01/04/2008
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