Sleep...hmmmm...something I need more of lately....especially your lind of sleep Kate. If you are s new it this, I only want to know about all the things you mastered prior to mastering poetry. This is special.
Love, Taylor~

I do a good line in leathery wings, bats, demons, that sort of thing. Just the thing if your in a flap and caught short hehehe. Sublime little ode to the Zzzz Kate. Hey! try Bee's wings...then you can make some honey chockys Yum.

Paul;-)

Oh yes, sleep can be all that, if one can find it that is...
B&R

Lovely poetry, Kate! I enjoyed!

Yup sleep has a knack of that.... Knighty Kight Kate

Ah yes sleep is a lover if it's sweet, but
when she's a bear well...lol "until you give
me wings" I liked this a lot.

I just lover yopur work Kate..you truly are a brilliant writer..so gifted..we are very fortunate to have you here at AD!!
Thanks for being here kiddo!

Vesna:)

wonderful poetry, kate; very well done! brava!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in america, karen lynn in texas. :)

Kate,

Now if I could write like this...this is beautiful poetry at its most soothing best! Well done, my friend!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Wings can be wonderful!

this is so soft, yet playful; serious and skillful, yet all-inspiring. and I just love the idea of sleep giving us wings. Dawn

Your words are the 'wings' upon which my imagination takes flight. I loved the line 'sweetening the bitter pill of all that remains unresolved'. I can relate to this in so many ways. Aaah sleep.
~Chanti~

I like it, though I may not understand it totally, I still like it...damn drugs burned out my brain...LOL! Peace thru the write, Ed & Rufuz

thank Kate, i needed this ... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ;) ok i'm up now, now i can dream ...

great double entendre ...

Pushover?? You?? Only if you allow it. This is a sweet thing write. You tease and play with these words like a true to life power play.
Love it!
Susan

It seems to me that most people really don't appreciate the beauty and blessing of a good night's sleep until we don't have one and are granted complainer's rights because of it..and then I read your words and knew that I really do appreciate the amazing balm that soothes as I slip into a dream-space. There are those who avoid sleep and say, "they will sleep in the grave," but for me, sleep is like the gentle lapping of a wave upon my weary body and soul that cradles me and rocks me peacefully, stripping all the roughness from my day. Gorgeous write, Kate!
Take care,
Sherry

One of the finest romantic pieces I've read in ages...great work Kate. Michelle

The hand found the sparrow, and they both learned flight
This is such a gently passionate poem, very intense and spirtual
Just so lovely Kate
Gentle, tender,and very soothing, it draws the reader in, and leaves them with a smile

:)
paz.........Anita

FELIX!!! Totally floored by this sublime outpouring of beautiful poetry which far surpasses this rewrite, I have to say... I would be so honoured if you would post your gorgeous Bird Of Dreamland as it is waaaaaaaaaay too precious to have tucked away just in comment - no need to say how it came to be, cos just having it here on my page is credit enough. This is truly why I love writing... if it can touch another in ways that inspire and cause wonderful works like this, then I am more than delighted. Thank you so very much for doing me this honour and yours is a most precious Ode to that most sacred and mystical of birds. I am touched and flattered. Bless you, LOL Sous-Chef Poetess Kate xx !! :))

Sleep covers a multitude of aches and pains, Kate, and your slumberous poem is pure pillow talk leading to sweet repose.

You make sleep sound so wonderful in this lovely write. I have bad dreams most of the time. But once in a while, I get a good one. Thanks for this, Kate.

Kate

A welcome entry again into the magical and mysterious dreamtime, whereby our souls can take flight into the Great Unknown !
And I think Richard is right as well !
Peter

This is good Kate!

There is more than a hint of juxtapose between this and the one you love.

Richard

Been there know the feeling so well!!
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Love Tinka

A lot of us birds have been in that same predicament until fate stepped in and saved the day.

Oh yes, most times rejuvenating peace. You've described that gorgeous greedy sinking into peace beautifully, Kate! Other times, such as my sleep last night-fraught with nighmarish images that woke me up. Wouldn't you know the first dream I remembered in who knows how long would be this. Hope tonight's dreams give me wings. Wonderful poem!!

Lin

As I sink I rise
To the stars of heaven's gate
to the dream of love eternal
I absorb until I wake

sweet be the bird of dreamland
constant and sublime
hold me invivisible arms
in sleep my heart is thine...

Sorry sweet Kate these lines just came to me after reading your wonderful ode and thought I could offer them up to your master poetess thoughts.
Hugs,
Pops

Oh, I know this all too well.. You captured it so good Kate

Xxx dove