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Nocturnal
A crime!
To be assaulted at morn, by suspicious gazing that knocks irritably on my yawning heart
My soft pillow, my feather bed
My down curtains silently ushering
The sun ray away
What you saw is yours to see
What you retain is yours to keep
Leave us be
for with every blink
I feel the roar of armies coming,
I hear the weight of the world lifting
With every blink.
Leave us be, let us sleep
My yawning heart, my soft pillow
My feather bed and me-
No, not now, not my gallant curtain,
Let it dance to keep sane
my irresistible guest.
To be assaulted at morn, by suspicious gazing that knocks irritably on my yawning heart
My soft pillow, my feather bed
My down curtains silently ushering
The sun ray away
What you saw is yours to see
What you retain is yours to keep
Leave us be
for with every blink
I feel the roar of armies coming,
I hear the weight of the world lifting
With every blink.
Leave us be, let us sleep
My yawning heart, my soft pillow
My feather bed and me-
No, not now, not my gallant curtain,
Let it dance to keep sane
my irresistible guest.
Published 25th May 2018
Author's Note
The transition from a state of sleep to that of regaining consciousness is a battle we night-minded creatures fight every sunrise. That feeling is what I try to convey
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