Category: Writers Block
The Queen of Sleep in her marble hall
(With open arms) welcomes all;
So lay thee down in silk and lace
Within her wings and in her grace.
The King of Dreams shall court thee hence
With lays of joy and tales' suspense,
Recounting the trials of might and sword,
Ever enchanting with song and word.
Upon thy soul be wove a skein
Of sweet melody with long refrain
To breathe new life into thy heart
And give strength to every part.
For new dawn's rising and day there from:
let sleep caress thee and beauty come,
Let dreams pervade thy every pore,
till time is come for dreams no more.
then, refreshed by night slumbered,
And freed of doubts encumbered:
Bright shall be the day that dawns,
And fruitful every hope that spawns.
Yea, the Queen of Sleep still waits
to free thee from dire straights,
Her gift to give: sweet release,
A time of quiet, without caprice.
The King of Dreams with lay and lyre,
Who bring'th songs of ice and fire,
Dwells yet in halls of yore
To regale thee with myth and lore.
So dear beloved, I pray thee sleep,
And of this promise, I swear to keep:
The night shall yield to coming day,
Anon revealed: a bright new way.
Wraith/Kai,
Beautiful as ever
are your writings
written as though from
some place..
The far beyond
Grace/Connie
*smile* I like!
I don't like much poetry, but this is beautiful!
This is why I wish the Zone BBS had an edit facility for board posts. anyway, below is posted the edited version of my then-titled sleep poem. I've renamed it to Lay of Dreams, if only because the simplistic title of sleep sounded much too anticlimactic.
“Lay of Dreams”
The Queen of Sleep in her marble hall
(With open arms) welcomes all;
So lay thee down in silk and lace,
In her wings and in her grace.
The King of Dreams shall court thee hence
With lays of joy and tales' suspense,
Recounting trials of might and sword,
Ever enchanting with song and word.
Upon thy soul be wove a skein
Of sweet melody with long refrain
To breathe new life into thy heart
And give strength to every part.
For new dawn's rising and day there from:
let sleep caress thee and beauty come,
Let dreams pervade thy every pore,
till time is come for dreams no more.
then, refreshed by night slumbered,
And freed of doubts encumbered:
Bright shall be the day that dawns,
And fruitful every hope that spawns.
Yea, the Queen of Sleep still waits
to free thee from dire straights,
Her gift to give: sweet release,
A time of quiet, without caprice.
The King of Dreams with bow and lyre,
Who bring'th songs of ice and fire,
Dwells yet in halls of yore
To regale thee with myth and lore.
So dear beloved, I pray thee sleep,
And of this promise, I swear to keep:
The night shall yield to coming day,
Anon revealed: a bright new way.
Like the new title. *smile*
The Change in Title
conveys to me a differing message
From SLEEP
being more so liken to death
and say an awakening on the other side of
whereas
LAY OF DREAMS
more so to resting quietly,
dreaming
to awaken
Without the crossing over...