Dwaal

Sight of pretty morning dawning, sets birds’ light with songful yawning.
Whilst glory flames see no-one mourning, I rely on eyes adorning.

You, my pretty flunky bonny, catch the blinks of very many.
Realise you are the honey. Take them when they turn in money.

Still I pace with docile wonder; tease you freely as you ponder…
While I sleep I see you wander – know not how, though, you meander.

In the pulse of plentied diction, can’t explain your contradiction
though I feel you are no fiction, how does this then pass distinction?

Here at light; the crack of daybreak, you should find this meal a peace cake.
Free yourself from your bleak cellmate.
Stand tall, my bonny: Loose the fear brake.