11 February 2013

#11 - Sleep & Monet

a poem emerges from a fever induced dream

I fear that dreamless sleep eludes me yet
I dreamed I kissed the water lilies dear
what colours water knows their price is dear
for dreams like these the fears come yet
still know I think of you at midnight yet
I kissed Monet I really did oh dear
do please believe the price of sleep my dear
the lilies light the secret heart that yet
eludes the fearful lover and her dream
unless she's kissed the water eyes of sleep
the pillow's stale oh dear a sleepless dream
less dream than stale old wisps of sleep
in which I kissed Monet my heart eludes
myself I fear that dreamless solitude


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