When the sun is still sleeping high
the clouds wrapped in blanket of stars
the moon playing with dark grey clouds
stars in their realm of shining out
about midnight
when the world sleeps tight
those dreams keep you awake
when the world rests
you shall grab a cup of coffee at late
watching the sky
you wish good morning early at night
watching the breaking of dawn at midnight
the moon wanes
sets off alarm late
calls off the warm sun
come its your time
“ I partied enough this time”
taking back its starry friends
calling its breaking dawn instead
that table with books to surround
the smell of incense, to calm the mind
a meditation to, grab hold of running mind
a planner to, stick to rules
calling the day productive as it holds
writing the letters in black on white
you settle over a resolution of childhood times
don’t betray your heart
tell what you do, you love to do
lets witness the change
make the beds
draw up curtains of laziness ahead
its going to be a great start
like a cup of tea
Filled up aroma of dreams
a toast of loaf
to fill your hunger
charge up the day
with bowl of flakes
it’s definitely gonna be a great day ahead…
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spilleronsheet (
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Comments6
I love this ! Such a great read 🙂 honestly liking your words .. a truly lovely read , spiller )) had to favourite this one
Thank you so much dear Violet….makes me flying in air to get such a beautiful response….thank you my dearest friend…
Amazing poem Spiller. Very captivating.
Thanks a lot dear Saxon…..
Dear spiller,
That was a absolute dawn and you really make it great with your portrait of the morning. you really made a picture in my mind...
Dawn is not Long
So complete your works and dont prolong 🙂
I surely will my dearest Vamsi….dawn to dusk
Morning to night
Shall burn and light
With all might…
that's what we all wanna see, read and hear ..
optimism personified and all snuggled up comfortably within its very own poem
and not only that dear spills, but your image must surely rank among my all time favourites ... N
And that makes me privileged…known and favoured….supported and cheered…I am richest among all….thanks a lot, dear Neville…..
Each new day is to be welcomed. Another page turned in the great book of life!
It surely has…..day worshipped with great cheering words and all might to make it those happen….thanks dear Distant View…
Such wonderful imagery appearing as I read your lines. So nice to read!
Thanks a lot dear Rozina😊
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