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.
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