As the night rolls on, turns midnight blue.
Blanks stars one by one; they were too good to be true.
Catching stars with fishing lines seem flimsy.
Seeing dreams with open eyes is just another whimsy.
And as dawn breaks horizon with its shattering golden light,
Lending to the dark soulless night daily sight.
Sleep has hidden a tired weary soul in its gossamer veil.
Dreaming with closed eyes; dreams of any other kind seem to pale.
And when the sunlight tickles my eyelids with her playful rays.
Eyelashes hug each other; fervently wishing nights were its days.
Battling a losing fight, squeezing my eyes tight shut.
Demanding the rather lovely dream not be so cruelly ‘cut’.
But all good things come to an end, and repose is finally lost.
3 comments:
i really felt sad as i read it :(
I would like to say thank you for stopping by william's public blog and leaving me a nice comment. Your poem is beautiful and so very well written. The picture with it sets the mood for your words, but you also painted a clear picture in my mind as I read every line.
Viola
nicely put...repose is finally lost. i like the way you so beautifully describe something which is perhaps common to most of us, the desire to sleep a bit more and keep dreaming....
nice work, keep writing
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