Like a Poem

And the day - no just my dream now - is lapping

Lap, lap, lapping – up against my pillow,

And it’s just about to touch my mind,

It’s just about to soak through this cotton case

And fall into my conscious nest;

The lap, lap, lapping- it’s just like a poem,

Yes, E.A. poetry, lapping – up against my mind

And I can feel my days, my one time here elapsing

The worn out waking finally collapsing, yes,

At last - I can feel the hurt is passing, as I

Listen to the lap, lap, lapping of my dreams,

 Up against my pillow, up against my mind,

The pure water visions working their way inside

Yes, this day, this long last light is passing

And the noise, the dreams, are lapsing -

Quietening down.