
Rush of colder temperatures
Stir me from a noon’s slumber
In the meadows lush grasses
Under a drunken subfusc skyline
Tripping over the dirty clouds
Strewn about the vast horizon
While goosebumps erupt on my skin
As I wipe sleep sand from my eyes
Somewhere in the back of my mind
I hear read words written by Yeats
Titled: Death, and now on this day
It depicts how I image death comes
Catching mankind lazily asleep
A dreamer within a dream… for peace
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Poet of the Light © 2021