Treasure Island

Viola Grey

(Feb '73 / NZ)

A new day.


I'm lost without a reason to face each day,
curtains drawn bring uncertainty
as sleeps warm emrace turns cold
inside a moon's final farewell.
Why rise? Why even open eyes,
sewn shut with fear of new light,
when darkness cradles desires
and allows dreamers to lie to themselves.
Fall back, sunrise, please fade
into the dew kissed grass,
I wish to stay entangled
within his cool moonlit smile,
I long to remain inside his sleeping eyes.

17/8/08

Submitted: Sunday, August 17, 2008

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  • Valerie Dohren (5/23/2012 2:05:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem, there are times when we would all like to stay asleep rather than face the world. (Report) Reply

  • *Trusting You* (11/23/2008 11:45:00 PM)

    I'm lost without a reason to face each day
    so am I... I liked this I can relate to it. good job.
    *Purkey Girl* (Report) Reply

  • Chitra - (10/14/2008 11:14:00 AM)

    enigmatic enchatning all the way
    submerged in the eclectic dreams bay (Report) Reply

  • Tj Becker (9/20/2008 8:46:00 PM)

    A well written poem. It's hard to wake from the comfort of night or our dreams, even to slip out of a lovers arms to start the day. It was a sensitive warm poem. Good work (Report) Reply

  • Tom Balch (8/30/2008 2:21:00 AM)

    I love this piece Viola, allow dreamers to lie, or live the way they want
    10+ regards Tom (Report) Reply

  • Kris Smith (8/18/2008 12:53:00 AM)

    A beautiful piece of writing, sensative and imagry intact well baland thought provoking, deep feelingsin this work loved it Chris x 10 (Report) Reply

  • Kesav Easwaran (8/17/2008 10:07:00 PM)

    the mind remains shut eyes, longing to get cradled in thoughts once sweet...the paining realities shall wait dawning in...the phrase- his sleeping eyes, speaks a lot there... good poetic painting of pain emotions 10+ (Report) Reply

  • , aryaindia (8/17/2008 8:24:00 PM)

    This poem speaks splendidly of the desire to keep the past tucked in the present and a totally contented soul that asks for no more.....hurt and pain included........Excellent write. Arya (Report) Reply

  • Thad Wilk (8/17/2008 8:08:00 PM)

    An 'awesome poem' Viola, pleasing and gracefully penned! ! *10*! !
    Another delightful read! !
    Best wishes,
    Friend Thad (Report) Reply

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