Ph: Life: The Joys Of Sleeping In Poem by Brian Johnston

Awash in drunken peace of night,
Of quilts against morn's blasphemy
We flit from flower bloom depots,
Those gentle postures of repose,
Like bees aroused to ceaseless flight
By dreams of pollen alchemy
And vats where golden honey flows.

Entanglements of arms and legs
Are Sunday crosswords to be solved,
Our pleasure fades like morning dew,
Evaporates when night is through,
As sunshine drinks dreams to the dregs.
And though our future's unresolved,
Columbus, I discover you

Brian Johnston
October 6,2016