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
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