Of the world without Beguiled I stay awake Minutes drag fingers that rakes In waking hence I stay Sleep is such taken from me Dappled by shadows Eyes staring I breath The breeze that was kind to me Stole into the room from crevices On my warm face caressed it did With sweetened Lilac air, fondled I be Images of meadows of endless visage Daisies, Bluebells, Joined in prayer Crops of dandelions here and there Like opals of an April dawn. A sudden breath I draw with a smile As thousands blooms of Narcissus On a grassy slope not far away I see. Light be sipped from the worldly cup With straws of sunflower meads Till light dwindles and a haze breeds Which feeds off the colors make the sky bleed As the globe of fire falls into the murky seas Shades, I cry what is this I see Shadows feeding upon my dream. Vile little creatures with grim faces they be Killed not, nor driven could they be Once dusk has settled gone is but my dream To the depraved shadows keep Thus brood I in mood foul trying to sleep But taken I am not under the siestas wings Left to wander the road pass the gates In the isle of my minds winding paths Till light of dawn would I meet Fidget and frown, creases run my brow Sweat runs rivulets in nooks of body Twist of self upon my king-sized bed Beads of anger escapes to rents the nights shield Still time creeps to no ends of which I can feel Faces that mock, forms like wraiths Mixing mud in my sanity Still time drags its feet most gauntly Edge of night I try and find, found it could not be Frustration comes to limbs of mine push me out to the field Blackness shrouds blindly I rush helplessly Stone and rocks scrap me from without Bruised I tumble roll amidst flora once agleam Ghosts of splendor is all to eyes that meet Sobs escape my lips beaten blue on ground void of heat A shiver proceed down my length yet I lay there be Slow a faint light through to me reach, taunting me Showing in silvery light the world in my dreams Life without gone about with color, that away had seeped I heard the robins stirring in their nest, deep in sleep Saw the road the fairy feet had pressed Aglow with light filtered from my Lilac trees Lifted my face, tear washed, that now could see The beauty that had been lost to me With coming of night, lost the beauty I had believed Dear god, how could it be so, for even now there it be Under the shrouds the splendors and colors of my field As in a wakening aghast I advanced up the field To the slope where Narcissus once I had perceived Up and with turns I went abroad to its paddock Picked at the locks of glens that I passed Knocked at the gates of river that ran down to canyons below Clear was the night to my eyes that met Stars beaming down upon every hallows Globe of White, ran the sky agleam, a gleam of hope In windy field now bright and clear I could perceive The dandelions, daisies and gossamers the suns hand had sown Mass of bees that hummed may have gone Fiery light that had beaten down might not be at all Heat of day may be lost from the world’s hearth Yet the beauty stays though in veil of nocturnal stupors Through darkling woods to open plain I ran alone Arms about, flying to drink my fill from them all Gladdening heart pressed at its cage dying to be free A lord of the world I became with darkened splendor I saw Now a beast as in prey through the night I stalked Crept I did with elvish feet upon sleeping flora about Scent that rose I stole of them as I scampered along Over fen and field to heart of the wide world I thrilled at the beauty of fields, of my dream reborn Wanting to catch the wind in my fist that gladly groped Thus I ran to den of dense forest, as I searched the world Over afar hither and there I eloped with my castle in the sky By gentle nights on windy mares I was enticed and snared Thus I strayed along the time that neither did slow nor hast Whence of east a glimmer of morn broke the realm of dark With fingers fine, white as wine it felt the gloom around Struggled around pushed about, bursting it came forth As a haggard beast in hunger would bound forth The globe of fire, a sphinx, rose of haze came to bask upon me sole On the fetid breath of fear the darkness was driven out Die it not, but hide it did behind fringes of its mother Shadow. Awaiting till day is old to encompass the realm it wants Care shall I not to referee this wrangle any a more as I had For wasted would be for want of a change awaiting dawn I herewith shall witness the day thence taste the nights offer Gladden to explore the thirst of light the shades of the darkness hither Furl shall not petals of mine to wither with dusk till come of dawn Take will I of both of them the dream in which I will devourer Notes that plays its tunes endless through forest glades and upland dales The flora eternal I will sow; daffodils flocking among tiles of Ostrich ferns Spaced with sweet nurtured earth, through the day over the night I will nibble the bud of the dream open for the likes of me on every turn.