My Fair Treasure, poem about trouble sleeping
My Fair Treasure
My fair treasure
Another day, another song.
A memory old, of yesterday long.
A fair treasure will tomorrow bring?
Another note to measure?
Or, will the song need me to sing.
Shall I wake blind fully in the night,
or, will the rising sun guide my sight?
Can I wait till morning, will it take long?
Will my day old memory, of yesterdays song,
last till morning - when the singing birds of dawn, bring my fair treasure?
Shhhh....Can I hear them?
Have they already begun to sing the song today,
that yesterday they so dutifully sung?
If I could just borrow all the songs of tomorrow,
then the wait for my fair treasure, wouldn't seem so long.