Poet Jmariah Poet Quatern

Fighting Sleep

Alas, the hour is getting late; 
dark clouds are sailing 'cross the sky.
And as I fight this sleepy state, 
I hear the time go ticking by.

Thick shadows climb along my wall – 
alas, the hour is getting late.
A dream stands by, while eyelids fall 
against my will – the strain is great.

Now as my body pours its weight 
into the plushness of my bed,
alas, the hour is getting late 
when I must rest my weary head.

I beg the dream to take me now 
for lo, I can no longer wait.
And as the darkness sweeps my brow,
alas, the hour is getting late.


JMariah

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Heather Ober June 24, 2013 at 11:33 AM This is one of the best quaterns I have seen! Very well done. "A dream stands by" - I love that! Such an interesting concept. Poet Jmariah June 24, 2013 at 7:05 PM Thank you so much Heather; that is so encouraging.