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When I wake in the morning
I feel heavy with dreams
Burdened by the night's rest,
The solitude and peace my spirit craves.
The sweet, anonymous sleep
Of the previous hours
Calls me with promises
Of deep, nameless peace and quietude.
It is impossible for me to resist it.I feel so neglectful
Toward life's just claims
By this great and unfailing weakness.
I resolve
That I shall not be conquered again.
But the new day laughs
At my nocturnal resolution
And the face of the clock
Mocks me with yet another late rising.
I fear I shall never conquer this.
Lily Rowan |
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