Divining The Day

I shall sleep a slumber of visions and dreams; awaking to shake off the wonder, reality or a daydream; revision, sleep has overtaken me upon the slumber, nevermore; dark dusk, riding twilight's wake, a slender entrance of splendid response; a beam of light, wandering upon the meandering daybreak of another delirious morning.

Awake! Awake! Before the day is done, behold the birds of the morning song; flutter before the butterfly quake, among tines of grass withered by; the sun must break at dawns retreat, as sure as my feet carry me; arise, shudder the cobwebs and grasp the tail, nevermore; to dally the day away with fritterous nonsense of nigh, away, away; to dance with a cosmic destiny of serendipitous chance.

Not to die into another day, rise up triumphantly; speak now, not a whisper, only perchance to say; alive, you see, to become by your deeds; another dance away, away, away; dawning by the lake in a glorious wake, fearing not; nevermore.

Falling away, alive, rise; chaos, not evil, merely changing of the guardian; fear not the dying of the day, the dawn shall come again; from within the kingdom of light shall reign, blowing away the haze of the dusky day; galloping across my soul the same, nevermore knocking upon my door; no fear of eternal flame, no more; nevermore; nevermore.