Morning Sleep

Oppressed by hollowness
emptiness as bleak
depressive vacancy
nothing here to waken
mood, excite a burst
of savoured energy

A desert Erg of solitude
of shifting sand of winds
that sweep the rendering
of time and space
of footprints paced
about nomadic graves

Here you sentence me at
dawn to tell of times the
sun arose in gaiety of
choruses that crowed in praise
of softened snores you sneaked
in pilfered morning sleep
© 16 June 2009, I. D. Carswell