Dreamtide Hours (Circuit Poetry)

As rushes meet the newborn sky and dew damp moments briefly lie upon a sleeping kingdom drawn from quiet visions yet unquelled and shaken dry by breaths of dawn. Serenity too quick dispelled where silence just before had dwelled. A tightly lidded dreamer clings as noontide beats the drum of day and substance clips Utopian wings. In heat of warring battle-rays all fragile crowns meet their dismay. The lips of Queens fall fever scorched and swords of Kings are rendered still- at point of Midday's gilded torch. Quixotic prophecies unfilled plague Knight's of Fancy weary willed as Legions of Reality dare douse the light of Golden crest and claim a sunset victory. Bright daggers sheathed in Western breast as unsuspecting Lucents rest. Their eyes cast low while dimming blades part conquered realms alight below revealing hope in star brigades. As twilight covers day and shows the power lost to Daylight's glow an ambushed army grapples blind and sequined sands grate eyes half closed as Sandman steals the conscious mind. The Dreamtide Warriors all exposed the stress of Day at last disposed. A freedom breathes where Midnight stirs and tangles thoughts behind my eyes where Darkness reins o'er what occurs. Again shall come the newborn sky where dew damp moments briefly lie upon my sleeping kingdom drawn from quiet visions yet unquelled but Dreamtide Hours are strength come dawn.