When I'm up before dawn
I yawn and yawn
I want to write
But I've meetings at night
I have the best movie seat in my bed
My favourite dead all live in my head
They talk and laugh and give me pleasure
My memory is a store house of treasure
Their words repeat like the chorus of song
Everything's right and nothing is wrong
Like busy people, they must move on
Daylight strikes - like Euridice they've gone
Like Amazon, dreams will deliver
Fulfilling your order of what you lack
And if you don't like what you are sent
It costs nothing to pack it all back
I know they're just dreams
I create in my head
A private viewing
The blessing of bed.
-ends-
Euridice, Greek myth, wife following, but if husband looks back, she will vanish.
I like to end poems on a positive note.
Please share links to your favourite poems.
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