the reville keeps me unknowing

"Hello how are you", to morning, I neglect;
For the nighttime's gale and white
Black seas, were there such; A reville
That woke me on a twilight
Until before, or after; next,
I will wake to day or night

my reville

Every night, before I nod-
hear the tiding sea,
Listen to my pillow whisper-
Indulge before I sleep

The morn' of another morrow,
and another piece is gone
My mind and body, apart,
Like a fading song

And when I wake at dawn,
I'm not quite sure I see,
When taken from my slumbers
By my reveille

This reveille of silence,
marred by silky whispers;
To think i'll ever know
What its true existence...?

i've been spellbound by the heathasm

excelent work. a real thought provoker.

thanks for the comments!