Wasting Beauty
Sleep untold in nights forgotten millions
oblivious always of ever singing light
Sleep, and dream not of trees
or scintillating canopies of leaves
the grass blades do not shimmer green
nor flowers of myriad colours seem
Sleep, in an awakenings half remembering
play the landscapes dancing with shadows vibrant
Do not heed a single clouds language
come, ignore th azure skies whispering
Hold not this planet so
in this drowsy somnolent pillow
the hills and forest will not help you
no rivers bed for comfort protect you
In valleys the unnumbered stars never shine
so vast a universal to hold you
this embraced epiphany falters in their paths
and patterns lost beneath the darkness of desperate rock
Go to sleep
and in the wasting, do not see
Echo dower this drear
as somber be as falling petals lost this year
Bird wind and trumpet melody
only play the dirge of a mountains finality
covet not the mere imaginings
but break instead upon poisons wretch
Go to sleep
and in the wasting, do not see
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2016
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