Dream of the Bed
Dream of The Bed
At the arrival of morn–
The nature sings rhyme of thy praise,
The dazzling dewy corn —-
We are pleased by natural poetic phrase.
Yet we are in bed at rest,
The sun shines the icy mountain crest.
Sleepy eyes dream of rice and cress,
That is planted on the strip hill,
My wistful time not I like to kill.
Late rise makes many types of crime,
As an ideal man I am led by time.
My delight my love my sorrow and my creed
Every morning some new laws that breed..
Love crise at night but by day it does break,
O my dear! What I dream all for thy sake,
My passion or my love drives me to wake,
And takes me to the bank of sandy lake,
My dove sings a Melodious divine song,
I shall listen to it for all day long…
God sends it from the heaven above.
poet and poetry blog
What do you enjoy most about writing?
I like to read and write poems. I feel pleasure when I read poems. I travel in romantic world when I write poems, Sometimes I smell the essence of spiritual Angeles. When I sleep I get into metaphysical world. And I feel the silence of God. O! Solitude, I like you most, Get into my heart dear host.
Poet and Poetry
I like poetry most.
