Daybreak over Sleeping Hand
Waking at dawn, lying on the side opposite to my customary one, the first thing my one unpillowed eye registered, looming inches in front of it, was the dear hand of my still-sleeping wife.
With my own eyes full of sleep, I groped for my iPhone, and though her hand was the wrong one, my half awake brain summoned up these lines long familiar to me:
Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky
I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry,
"Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup
"Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry."
This will not be as popular as photos of the corresponding feet, but much as I like those too, this means more to me...
Daybreak over Sleeping Hand
Waking at dawn, lying on the side opposite to my customary one, the first thing my one unpillowed eye registered, looming inches in front of it, was the dear hand of my still-sleeping wife.
With my own eyes full of sleep, I groped for my iPhone, and though her hand was the wrong one, my half awake brain summoned up these lines long familiar to me:
Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky
I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry,
"Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup
"Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry."
This will not be as popular as photos of the corresponding feet, but much as I like those too, this means more to me...