Plowed Under
Today, I shall between
The hours dance complete around
With warm dreaming sleep,
Avoiding the daylight burn
Until I measure and yearn.
Nothing to hide yet,
But whatever plans affirm
Latterly discern,
Vision will attest merit
Create opportunity.
Slumber is the gift
Bestowed when fallen below
Demands kept in tow,
Sail upon seas no avail
Lighthouse garish, ever pale.
Watching forever
Mysteries too great, never
Understood, clever
Passes for intelligent,
Only pior to divergent.
Dance the dream into
Whatever seems best, pursue,
Seasoned reason who
Will sport the being whereto
Joy is found beyond all bound.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
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