Sindy ***
2 February 2017
Old Hag as I watch you sleep
Author: SindyCox
Dark is the night outside,
and bright is the night within.
Where drops of the wine, & the smoke of the fine,
have a simple & good effect.
I watch the sleep of an old poor Hag,
and I know full well she is not.
Yet is she poor? I ask you & ponder ?
Do you think she a Hag or not ?
For as a hermit sleeps,
and the quiet creeps,
I too belong in a dream that is with her.
For as a hermit is wise, and there is no guise,
but a melancholy wonder.
A wonder of old, a wonder of new,
And a wonder of joy & plunder.
It is but a dream, and it's not what it seems,
for it is but a dream come true!
For as the old Hag sleeps & the Poet speaks,
and the Crows sleep too - and it begins the dew,
a thought comes to mind of a brand new find,
and of a magic that wants to be found.
Where there is no chatter - but that of Crows that matter,
and of a joy that will indeed be found.
It is of a joy of awe, it is of a joy of courage,
It is of a joy that is well endowed.
It is of a joy that only, a Crow could bring,
on a day that is forever more.
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Posted: 25 mins ago
About this poem:
This new composition is about my love that sleeps as I watch her dream & reflect on my day spent with my beautiful murders of crows.