Sleep on a little longer yet.

Let not the day confront my eyes too soon.

Still let me gaze a little while

on stolen shared serenity

that once was our possession as of right.

And let me warm myself once more

on dying embers of the flames

that once burned incandescent in your soul.


Sleep on a little longer yet.

Permit me one more time to stand and gaze

on blood red cirrus clouds

and gliding gulls on mourning winds;

poetic swan songs let me pen a while.

Collude with me in self deception still

that you will want to read the words I write.


Sleep on a little longer yet;

until the morning steals the silhouettes

of castle walls and towering cliffs

and splashes careless colours on the day.

Allow me to believe a moment more

in fairy tales and magic spells

and dragons slain by power of truth

and love that lasts eternally;

at least until the city wakes

and traffic noise burns off the transient night,

till morning shines on towering cranes

that flaunt their rule on building sites,

and in aggressive self importance

break the flowing metre of the sky line.


Sleep on a little longer yet.

Let not the day affront serenity too soon.

Still let me stand a moment and pretend

from vantage point of elevated peace

that Edinburgh still dances highland jigs

and gives itself to passion and to play,

postponing summer’s end another day.

Let joyful songs still resonate

while juggling buskers toss my thoughts

and catch my soul with elegance

then stop a while to bow for my applause.


Sleep on a little longer yet

For once again I weave my way

through winding lanes within my mind

between the players and their audiences

uncertain in my dream of which I am.

For once a time I knew myself

a leading actor on your cast,

but foolishly have yielded centre stage.

And now I stand by ticket booths

to count love’s coins and just afford

the cheapest pass to lowliest seat;

and thus take a spectator’s place

to watch the story of your life unfold.


Sleep on a little longer yet

And, resolute for now, I shall pretend

and fool myself another lifetime more

that morning does not summon you,

the Festival has time to run

and we are not in Edinburgh on borrowed time.

  1. As they say, time flies so fast. We can’t stop it nor tell it to slow down. No one can do that except the one who created it. As I have read this poem, I think that it shows of not wanting to let go of the things that brings someone joy, and asking for a longer time for that moment.As humans, sometimes we don’t wanna end those moments especially when we are having so much merriment. But reality check, we have to move on when and as the Festival ends.

    PS. Thank you Mr. Forester for inspiring us through your works. Indeed you are a great writer, and also an artist. We’re looking forward for more of your piece. God bless.

  2. It is really hard to let go of things and people that have special parts in our lives. It also pains us to remember memories, whether good or bad, and realizing that it will not happen the second time around with the same people or things, and that is what the reality of life teaches us.

    This poem connects well to the readers because of how it was well written and of how it lets the readers be a part of the poem. It not just feature the message of the poem, but also it shows a glimpse of the story that the poet may have had. This poem is timely enough to be read over and over again at any time by anyone of any age that experiences how to love or how to let go or move on. And I would like to commend Mr. Forester for being a great writer and your works are truly a masterpiece.

  3. This poetry made by Michael Forester reminds me of how valuable it is to express love and give time for our family and for people who also values us. Cherish and treasure every moment with someone we love, with our family, and with people that bring colors to our lives. Time flies so fast and borrowed life gets old. We can’t forecast the future but that’s the beauty of life, it gives us something to be excited with. Before these people leave us, before we leave them, before there’s no more moment to cherish with them, before we regret everything, make them feel the joy we can cause to their hearts and soul. Express the love that is hidden, embrace the sounds of their laughter, touch their hearts, endure the pain that they have caused us and forgive everything. For we do not know when and where it will fade, let’s cherish them all before the moment fades. Thank you Mr. Michael Forester. You touched my heart with your writings. Please continue to inspire people to appreciate the beauty of writing.

    Jaiah Mae Lazaga

  4. As I read this poem, I can feel the sincerity in each stanzas. The emotion overflows, I can feel the sadness, happiness, regret and hope at the same time. I can also see that the work itself reflects the emotions of the author who hopes for another chance. I can relate it in my situation. It reminds me to be tough, to have hope though happiness ends, I should look for happiness and cherish it than to look forward for the sad ending. Thank you Mr. Michael Forester. I’m looking forward for to read more about your works that serves as an inspiration for me in becoming a teacher someday. Your work gives me so much realizations in life.

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