In Sleep (a poem of inspiration)
Golden moon beams filter through the night shade's paling screen,
While across the landscape, shadows collect...all calm, so serene.
My mind to wander, flowing to thoughts of days, those so long past,
As dreams meander.. jumbling of memories, saving the best for last.
Sleep...precious sleep...that sought after, since the dawning of time,
Restful slumber...this blessed rest, a release of worry, is so sublime.
Day before moments, mixed...shared with carefree days, long ago.
Remembering a joy...there, when the stream of life, to smoothly flow.
As a single night bird's call, a whippoorwill, its shrill notes to echo, still,
Plays notes of whimsy, in my dream, its soulful sounds, a special thrill.
The creek and croak of Summer's frogs, soon to answer, as all chime in,
The moon's painted reflections, add a sense of mirth...as night to begin.
My frame...in the bed to toss and turn, as I, for a role in this dream, do yearn.
The blast and zoom of autos, the hurried life, blaring sounds, in my mind, to burn.
As the peaceful serenade, of this moonlight opera, softens, soon begins to fade.
I try my best to just hold on...to this soothing sanctuary, mine...down by the glade.
Alas...the morning light, its shooting sun beams...soon to bathe my window sill,
Past dawning sounds...the red rooster, calling, and wild birds to sing, the day, once filled.
My restful nap...sweet slumber...cherished escape...there, so awaits me, once again,
As greeting a new day, I turn to face the maelstrom, the clamor, its challenge, to begin.
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