The tiger had a long, long day
And sleepytime was back,
With lonesome dreams that might relay
His hopes when things looked black...
For solitude has novelties
That dissipate with time,
Companionship's thus meant to please
And makes one's life sublime...
And so the tiger let sleep come,
With visions in the night,
That sometimes guide the wearisome,
To overcome their plight...
For loneliness, that's hardly fun,
Its short term blessings fade,
Until one finds that special one,
For whom the heart has prayed...
Submitting to the midnight realm,
One wishes on a star,
To conquer and thus overwhelm
What hinders, near or far...
Who knows what tiger dreams will share,
What future loves are shown?
Or if that tiger's bold to dare...
To act on truths made known?
Denis Martindale, copyright, July 2014.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting by
Stephen Gayford, nb Google search gayfordgallery.
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