REVERIE.
Between sleep and wakefulness
hangs morning twilight.
A no-time and no-where place
whose stirring shards, like hardened ice
pierce warm languid sighs with cold.
Between dawn and reveillé
lies reverie's need.
A dreamless and drowsy state
with ideas, which like motes fly unseen
to revoke sloth with short notice.
Between planes of rouse and retreat
yawns dawdle-dimension.
A pre-rise site of wait-machines
where doze re-uses slumber's intention
until liveliness takes control.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Thank you EPoems for saving this verse in your favourites - so pleased you enjoyed the read.
A fine write Fay. Hope we don't dawdle all day, half asleep! heehee.
Absolutely beautiful write. Well done.
Exquisite! Just so flipping good! nuff said? Definate favourite.
YOUR WORK IS ALWAYS VERY WELL WRITTEN.I LOVE READING YOUR WORK FAY.
That so special time of the day, Described by you,
In your so special way
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