To bathe thyself in the morning light,
clearing remnants of a restless night.
Where dream dust hath lingered
cast by
elongated
fingers.
Winged flight is the norm
as thy soul it dost form
attachments of fey mist
yonder dreamscape kissed,
loved ones gone, now returned,
impossible feats so learned
dim reality has no place
‘ere fantasy without face
as thy awaken
from a restless night,
… to bathe thyself in the morning light…
LadyP © 2011
Pen Pusher, I just write when the mood takes me, and wherever my imagination wants to go I try to follow.... 
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What a nice opening couplet: “To bathe thyself in the morning light,
clearing remnants of a restless night.’ with its interesting meter. Very nicely crafted!
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I did change the start a number of times zumpoems, but found Bathe thyself drew the delicate picture and added to the mood… Glad you enjoyed the rhythm contained therein… x
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Wow, this is amazing! I love your use of old English. It is really a delight to be visiting again 🙂
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HI there dp, good to see you my friend. and glad you enjoyed this poem. I do try and use Ye OLde English when I can, it adds a flavour I love… Trouble is getting the nuance right, some Olde English is hard to fit in and make the line sound ok… xx
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