Ticking Away.
Dawn hangs on the trees, light slivers floorward,
slips into sleep's acres and
turns shade to tailgates of force over which rays
snipe at quiescence
before sunrise leaps in to move bleary dreamers
to wide-away doers.
Day breaks to bathe passive eyes with forewarning
for night's hold precedes
flashes of conscious morning sight while inertia's
Morpheus- stupor
casts veils around seeing as breath catches gasps
when still becomes movement.
Ears mistake sleepy whispers for proactive reality
when shaken sense rouses
to feel Heaven's infinity ticking away rested hours,
making the richer
seconds remaining for flight's drowsy treasure as
time hooks day to its use.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: December 5th, 2018 04:43
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Comments3
A good write Fay.
Once awake to lie there is purgatory - I have to get up - my head is buzzing with ideas - usually down by 5.30am latest - nonetheless a great write.
Beautiful write once more Fay.
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