Ring ring ring
In sleep’s warm arms I lay
I hear thee not
In sweet slumber soft
But you ring ring ring
While the Blackbirds sing
Into the mellow morning mist
Perched upon dew laden branches.
I drift oblivious
Like a babe rocking in a cradle
Through the delicious land of dreams.
Congratulations on finishing your first marathon! I like the sentiment in this poem and how even through the ringing of the alarm clock the poet sleeps and dreams – good message for us all!
I like this line “through the delicious land of dreams” it’s very ironic how the land of dreams is delicious 😋
“In sleep’s warm arms I lay” What an amazing beginning! Beautiful poem!