~*~~~*~ Sleep ~*~~~*~

Something Weary This Way Comes

The Grayness Of The Clouds As They Roll By

The Dull Light Is Dimming Lower And Lower

I Can’t Keep My Eyes Open Anymore

I Start To Drift Into And Out Of Sleep

Oh Where, Oh Where Could I Be?

I’m Not Sure If The Rain Is Coming; I Just Hope The Sun Doesn’t

I Want It To Be Low Like This Forever

The Light

With The Sun It’s Too Fast; Time Goes Too Fast; Time Caresses The Sun As If He Was Her Lover

But Let Me Lie Outside, Under The Clouds, Dimming The Atmosphere

And If The Moon Decides To Join Us

Let Him; It Will Be Better…

 

Something Weary This Way Cometh

The Grayness Of The Clouds As Those Gents Rolleth By

The Dull Lighteth Is Dimming Base'r And Base'r

I Can’t Keepeth Mine Own Eyes Ope Anym're

I Starteth To Drift Into And Out Of Catch But A Wink

Oh Wh're, Oh Wh're Couldst I Beest?

I’m Not Sure If 'T Be True The Raineth Is Coming; I Just Desire The Travelling Lamp Doesn’t

I Wanteth T To Beest Base Liketh This F'rev'r

The Lighteth

With The Travelling Lamp It’s Too Festinate; Timeth Goeth Too Festinate; Timeth Caresses The Travelling Lamp As If 'T Be True That Gent Wast H'r Lov'r

But Alloweth Me Forswear Outside, Und'r The Clouds, Dimming The Atmosph're

And If 'T Be True The Moon Decides To Joineth Us

Alloweth That Gent; 'Twill Beest Bett'r…

Reviews

[M P Ramesh]

KHATOON,
Remembrance is a virtue which ignites the original writing. The writer , of course , is only a meagre part of the gameas the writer is made of the great circle of activity and the past, present, future. In that sense even writier has a specific space to enter and reenter in to the reals untouchable to all others as the above..... excellent
carry on....


M P Ramesh

[FaeryQueen]

The second part was just for fun, thanks for reading