Daydream's Day

'Tis in hour o' thought whence gluttony clears,
For sweet slumber and the slaying o' time,
Where'd wane blonde days to grey musings o' years,
And daydreams drown half-honed rhymes.

Resonant her flashes o' yellow ring!
Through curtains; the turbulent wind-chime,
Disrupts my unmanned thought meandering-
Midst dreams 'hind floundering rhymes.

O' the depths o' worlds the vagrant mind veers...
'Neath the logic o' my passions sublime!
Wherein shall I stay, wherever I shall steer?
In pursuit of renegade rhymes.

And the furies of earthly forms shall seize,
Incontinent her vapours agitate;
O' I've lost my thoughts long to fantasies!
Thus field of pleasures to navigate.