Asleep...Awake
Petulant Light Breaks Water.
~~~gently~~~gently drifting off
~~~to the mystic land of slumber
~~~where cares ~ thoughts ~ troubles ~woes...
nestle...
forgotten...
~~~fading from nothingness...to angelic sleep
~~~lovingly enfolded in blissful oblivion
~~~cradled in the loving arms of silence
~~~darkness ~ all-enveloping ~ overcomes the senses
~~~welcoming each sojourner with a tender smile
SILENCE~~~dreamland now beckons the soul to play
~~~Night slowly passes in rapturous calming dreams
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Relaxed body exhales,
a magician waves his wand...brows unfurrow....
dream...sleep
~~~
SMILES begin fading....Day is arriving
The soul rebels...I want to stay here in this place
But...
Father Time cannot be denied his rights or rites
~~~~~~Grudgingly...Eyelids flutter open...
~~~the mind's eye grumbles...the senses incensed
~~~just five more minutes...it pleads
So sorry....time to awaken...open your eyes
~~~a slow unwilling lifting of the eyelids
like a beautiful, petulant, peevish and sulking child
Given no choice...Irascible. Still, it must Welcome...
Light~~~
~~~though it intrudes upon the realm of oblivion
Like...
Breaking the surface of a slumbering ocean
with pinpoints of painful sunbeams...
piercing the quiet motion of the waves
of a once peaceful sleep drowned soul ...
adrift on cloud nine...slumbering, submerged in velvet hues of dreams,
~~its beauty curled like mist beneath the weight of silence....
Reluctantly...
Sleep ~ once a querulous ocean.
Now awakens ~
Surrendering to the light!
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Novel Allen
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Comments (6)
Great entry, Novlet <3 I love waking up to light coming in the window
As much as I love the sunlight, often it wakes me up too early
Speaking of Father Time, our dad used to get us up for school by walking into our pitch black room, throwing on the light & shouting, "Rise & shine! Time to get up!" I hated being awakened by that blinding light. I got to where I would awaken as soon as I heard his footsteps coming down the basement stairs. He always looked somewhat surprised & slightly bemused when he turned the light on only to find me standing in the middle of the room with my pants halfway on.
Oooo, querulous is a new word for me. Loved your beautiful poem!
This is beautiful. It made me feel so calm and at ease while reading it.
This challenge fits you so well, Novel! I'm enjoying your entries tremendously.