Banished is Sleep
Glynfab John
The tissues of dawn
Dissolve in the dew.
Golden sun-shafts split
The fragile sky wide open,
And diva-like songbirds
Lead the chorus of the day.
Sheep, recently sheared, bleat
To another morning greet,
While silken-winged butterflies
Gaily flutter through the air.
With fishes in their throats,
Silver streams gurgle towards
The gaping mouth of the sea.
Weeping willows droop wearily,
As in lush grass-green meads
Timid creatures emerge to peep.
Banished is sleep.
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