Gradually the dying moonlight awakened my dawn.
And the baptizing sunrise watered my eyes.
Drowning the working hours of my shallow day.
Dampening fiery thoughts of playing in the hay.
Dusk hazily shrouds my cemetery lawn.
And the rituals of sunset beckon my daily plight.
Flailing and falling upon sleepless night.
Finally laying prone under my weighted crown.
Ivor Steven (c) 2018