Again Poem by Tailor Bell
Again
Every night I must give up to
the next day
Grow tired, retreat and fade away
My heart calling out for more time
My thoughts drifting off among
the sublime
So I pray in the spare
of lucidness
My hopes, my dreams,
my willingness
Yet into sleep I dive
full forward hurl
This other world might weigh
my mortal soil
To steal along the rich
and heady clay then
Slain by rising violins
So I must fall
And thus...I just fall...
Again
Tailor - this has such a smooth beautiful transition from waking to sleep. I'm jealous as well. -cali-
'Full forward hurl' is terrific Tailor - as is the rest of this piece of art. Letting time slip away - forever - is tough. And we let it go by losing control! And yet we have to be 'fixed' each night! Stunning poetry carrying so much in so few words.
Tailor, I like this one so much I am going to write my own version. It is part of the thought process of everyone who has lived. Jim
A wonderful presentation concerning those hazy moments before sleep. A really enjoyable poem, well done. Best wishes, Andrew
a routine affair has been made made in to an exciting thing.powerfull write.posted 10 for u surya
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 4:10:27 AM # 1.0.0
How perfectly you have written of an every day/night occurance....This may be 'Tailor Made' but I will never feel the same when turning off the light after reading this. For me it is brillant........mm. :)