Nothingness

Nothing in the waking which you have Envisaged by some pout Worse if the laugh shakes Your wing on pillows Equally drowse Without fear which a breath confesses Nothing in the waking which you have Envisaged by some pout All filled with wonder dreams When this beauty outmanoeuvres them Produce flower on the cheek In the eye unpaid diamonds Nothing in the waking which you have Poem written on JANUARY Entry to Constance~A Rambling Poet's contest BY Mic.