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.
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sounds like your muse is a bit cheeky
Jessie Carty
12 Jan 10 at 2:23 pm
I suppose more often than not:)
Cary Briel
12 Jan 10 at 10:20 pm
You are so talented!
“I’d spy
first light, as it arrived,
softly cutting through the blinds”… I love it!
Marethe
24 Jan 10 at 3:17 pm
Thanks Marethe! Very kind:)
Cary Briel
25 Jan 10 at 5:24 pm