From my bed – Cary Briel
From my bed
I’d spy
first light, as it arrived,
softly cutting through the blinds,
arriving, He, in place of her reflected glory;
And for a moment,
it would seem–
He’d look–
I’d recollect my dream,
labored over many hours before;
And as I’d grab my pen to write,
I’d reach,
resolving no delay,
with names and faces fading fast
between the worlds of dream and wake,
He’d smile,
He’d wink, between the blinds,
the light of angels notified
to kindly shut
the vault of nighttime dreams.
sounds like your muse is a bit cheeky
Comment by Jessie Carty — January 12, 2010 @ 2:23 pm
I suppose more often than not:)
Comment by Cary Briel — January 12, 2010 @ 10:20 pm
You are so talented!
“I’d spy
first light, as it arrived,
softly cutting through the blinds”… I love it!
Comment by Marethe — January 24, 2010 @ 3:17 pm
Thanks Marethe! Very kind:)
Comment by Cary Briel — January 25, 2010 @ 5:24 pm