This is for the final day of Jane’s wonderful A Month with Yeats Poetry Challenge. It has been glorious. Thank you, Jane! I wanted to end the month on a hopeful note–a bit different from my last couple.
I’m also linking this to the dVerse Open Link Night.
Today’s quotation from Yeats:
“And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,” —W.B. Yeats
In my dream, I soar with the gulls
adding my laughter to their own,
as I fly higher and higher away from home,
riding the waves of the infinite sea
floating weightless, drifting far, content to be
just there, a speck, a spot within the shimmer
lightly gliding amongst stellar glimmer
as the stars sing their songs and the moon hums along.
Then dropping slow, I wake at peace upon my bed,
(bits of stardust still glint softly on my head),
at home with you, now earthbound me,
and I rejoice to hear a sound, the robin’s voice
greeting the rosy sun, the light of day now just begun
hope sings and floats with feathered wings
and rises strong at dawn from the maple tree.