Hypnos
new poem inspired by one of Alison’s favorite words.
We love the night too much by now
for dawn to be unfettered,
it will attach itself to waning light
that will be dying later.
First rays dance trippingly like pollen,
then as translucent meteors,
start falling.
Even when we all subserviently sleep
at the behest of cosmic discipline,
blackness stays awake surveilling
each soul wrestling with dreams,
since from our shuteye hours
will come a newborn morning.
Athens, 2020
© ifyouplease 2020
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Beautiful! I often think on the sleeping world and all the dreams ascending to the heavens from restless minds…
Perhaps they are like musical notes composing a cosmic symphony of yearning?
Alison x
thanks Alison. They work together for something and it’s too dangerous to be carefree in the dream world! xx
Yes, well I read this and immediately thought, “Wow! Very deep!” But at the same time you use some simply wonderful word imagery : I absolutely adore
There are dreams and there are dreams, eh.
I’m interested in finding out if I comprehend your meaning to ‘subservient sleep’.
Allen
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this poem has lines from poems I wrote almost two decades ago, this is one of them, that poem was called Church of Absence, the lines trippingly etc are from a poem called Persistence and here are the poems CHURCH OF ABSENCE Nobody ever saw how the river built this church since earth has been storing rain soundlessly in unknown hollows peacefully, distantly deeply, nigh into death, for earth desired the purest water and surreptitiously hemmed in sky’s tearful lament. Slowly and priestly eternal seasons of nocturnal grace have created the stone foundation, without any preordained plans, or architecture thus… Read more »
Spot on with the “subserviently sleep,” and the “cosmic discipline”. We like to think we’re free but there is a biological command structure which make us fit snugly into our round slots, while allowing us to dream.
Fantastic imagery.