A mid light sun
douses dreams,
beating on
these eye lids
that flutter
awakened
to a palpable
hugged pillow
of half remembered
dreams
as this new day
rises
I rub away
the sleep
to face another day
until I close
my eyes again
to regenerate
the gleam
that shines
thru me
to shine upon
another day.
Copyright ©2005
Dear Adrienne, That's a tiny bit of all right, isn't it? X Gregory X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the sense of the dream you've captured so eloquently. -Tailor B.