lovely lil song bird,
singing me asleep,
so early in the morn still,
an tho it not too deep,
I drift away so sweetly
dawn dripping through the sky,
I ask again for sweet rest
to rest my weary eye,
unburden me with slumber,
at least I shall not think,
while closing lids of tired,
I wait again to blink,
until I reach my dream state,
where often dreams are good,
an I would gladly come back,
as often as I could,
I enter through a doorway,
a skylit hole for key,
the brightest blue of yonder
is beckoning to me,
I reach inside my pocket,
pull out the key I found,
but sadly in a second,
I hear it hit the ground,
I sigh with deepest sadness,
a devastating sound,
unfortunately I can't find it,
on here this type of ground,
biblical stacks of my hopes,
in virtually a sea
covering the Earth there,
eye-dentical the keys,
awakening
my mind,
to the infinite possibilities
we are offered daily,
so I pick one-
an I wake up.
Ma Cherie © 2017
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 7:50 AM UTC
lovely lil song bird,
singing me asleep,
so early in the morn still,
an tho it not too deep,
I drift away so sweetly
dawn dripping through the sky,
I ask again for sweet rest
to rest my weary eye,
unburden me with slumber,
at least I shall not think,
while closing lids of tired,
I wait again to blink,
until I reach my dream state,
where often dreams are good,
an I would gladly come back,
as often as I could,
I enter through a doorway,
a skylit hole for key,
the brightest blue of yonder
is beckoning to me,
I reach inside my pocket,
pull out the key I found,
but sadly in a second,
I hear it hit the ground,
I sigh with deepest sadness,
a devastating sound,
unfortunately I can't find it,
on here this type of ground,
biblical stacks of my hopes,
in virtually a sea
covering the Earth there,
eye-dentical the keys,
awakening
my mind,
to the infinite possibilities
we are offered daily,
so I pick one-
an I wake up.
Ma Cherie © 2017
