After A Yawn

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    After A Yawn

    After a few last blinks of the eyes
    We say our final goodbyes
    Tucked in our sanctuary of sleep
    After a yawn you don’t hear a peep.

    Suddenly in the ocean placed upon a raft
    Cold and wet, you feel a heavy draft
    In the distance you see a red light
    Distracted, you grip the raft tight.

    The red illumination comes nearer
    You reach out, it’s suddenly clearer.
    A dark face appears in front of you
    It smiles and leaves before you come-to.

    You sing to yourself and the open sea
    Hoping you’ll lullaby it and be set free
    The sea calms as it’s put to sleep
    You stand and walk across its waters deep

    Again the red face greets you with a smile
    You ask him, “Please stay a while.”
    He says he wants to take you away
    To some place that is safe for the day.

    Taking his hand you agree to go
    Taking a breath, it’s a good feeling you know
    Awaking to an underground lair
    You get a trapped feeling of despair

    The face says he wants you to stay
    From everyone he wants to keep you away
    You look around again hoping it’s not real
    Your life was never his to steal

    You beg to be taken back to familiarity
    Such a place is too much of a peculiarity
    He covers his face and wails helplessly
    He says, “I thought you came willfully…”

    You frown and say, “I came for a short while,
    I looked you in the face and gave you a smile.
    Perhaps I’ll come visit you in a dream
    And I’m sure so real it will seem.”

    After a few last blinks of the eyes
    We say our final goodbyes.
    Tucked in our sanctuary of sleep
    After a yawn you don’t hear a peep.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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