Lovelorn, of Love's Search Overdue
Faint-hearted lass, are you where
Your dreams have placed you?
Not as yet? Not even close
In that otherwise camatose
Wakefulness, Day goads?
Then to this fine sleeper's creed
Are not living true:
"Fear not, nightly wise, as far
What unto The Morning Star. *
New day, new life bodes.
* Venus. Planet of Love
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2021
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