Poetry Reading: A Sleepless Reverie, by Rebecca Wason
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Performed by Hannah Ehman
A Sleepless Reverie by Rebecca Wason
'Won't you stay a little longer?'
Sighed the moon to the night sky.
We have barely started our talk
And I have a thousand things to say
Of life and poppycock.
'Oh, but it is forbidden',
Replied the night to the moon.
We have talked enough and dawn beckons
I must go now or else the world will awaken.
'Won't you stay a little longer?'
Sighed the moon to the night sky.
I dreamed thro' the day of stories and fancies
And I have to tell you of silver fields and flowering, white pansies.
'Oh, but it is forbidden',
Replied the night to the moon.
We have talked of your stories and fancies
But it's late now to go on about flowering, white pansies.
'Won't you stay a little longer?'
Sighed the moon to the night sky.
I have a thousand dew tears to weep
And I need you to numb the pain and make my dead heart leap.
'Oh, but it is forbidden',
Replied the night to the moon.
I have seen your dew tears and had my say
They don't grieve me and that's just my way.
'Won't you stay a little longer?'
Sighed the moon to the night sky.
I know you'll never be mine and I won't try to keep you
But let's simply play at make believe and drink together of love's brew.
'Oh, but it is forbidden',
Replied the night to the moon.
You know I'll never be yours and you should not try to keep me
I belong to the dawn and this reverie can never, ever be.
©Rebecca Wason Poetry
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