Sleep's Acres..
Dawn hangs on the trees, force slivers floorward,
slips into sleep's acres,
turns shade to tailgates of light 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 blindness precedes
flashes of conscious surrender to sight as inertia's
sweet stupor
casts veils around seeing but 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
night hooks day to its use.
Time to get up Dreamyhead, I suggest to myself.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments5
Can't say it's a scenario I am familiar with. As soon as my eyes are open I am wide awake and just have to get up - to lie there is sheer purgatory. Nonetheless this is such superbly crafted work and I really enjoyed the read.
Fay you really are a wordsmith. The way you use words and weave them into sentences is so unique and beautiful.
This is me word for word Fay. I set my alarms early for I know I'll fall back to sleep. Fantastic write Fay. ; )
Good write Fay.
Another great piece from you Fay. You always gather your special words making them dancing and singing a master piece, day after day.
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