Tag Archives: Sleep

For Want of Sleep

I met the Dawn against my will, He held me tight as I got my fill, We danced to our favorite trill, And heard acorns fall upon the sill, He kissed me goodnight up until The Sun spied on us … Continue reading

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Dead to the World

Upon the pillow of Poe Magic words flow in steady streams To the lullaby of Basho Haiku floats complete it seems In the folds of Gibran Lovely verse pierces with beams In the soundness of Frost A realm authenticating dreams … Continue reading

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Beckoning

I could run the dawn and write the witching hour if sleep beckons not Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.

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Bittersweet Fridays

The early riser gets the danish and the wrath of sleepy dreamers. Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.

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Dawn

The sound of birds’ First speech, sweet, Uncluttered, announce The dawn. The coming Of the morn is not far, Poised. The sky, raw, Still charms the moon. Nocturnal trees stand Motionless in the depths Of sleep as soft winds Come … Continue reading

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