Paramount, NY, 9:34 A.M.
In the morning tiny bells go off
that light a darkened path
Reluctant as pinpricks
dawn pierces sleep
with nimble fingers
I am unwoven
the rich yoke of slumber
unraveled thread by thread
until I am naked and glistening
standing before the newness
of another day
a tiny form birthed of white linen
and restless dreams
- from "A Night Without Armor" a book of poems by Jewel
that light a darkened path
Reluctant as pinpricks
dawn pierces sleep
with nimble fingers
I am unwoven
the rich yoke of slumber
unraveled thread by thread
until I am naked and glistening
standing before the newness
of another day
a tiny form birthed of white linen
and restless dreams
- from "A Night Without Armor" a book of poems by Jewel
posted by Lee | 7:16 PM
3 Comments:
Nice vivid images. (Is this Jewel the singer?)
The "tiny bells" sound like my internal alarm clock, like someone shaking a tiny bell inside me. I wonder if Jewel has the same thing?
Wish me luck sleeping after seeing the scary damn picture on your profile (even scarier full size)
yes, this is Jewel the singer.
hope you got a good night's rest, despite that unnerving little photo!
Actually, I had a good nights rest with bad dreams, which luckily I don't remember.
(My alarm clock this AM was my boss calling me.)
Thanks for the good wishes.
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