Sunday 18 September 2016

SLEEP AND....


SLEEP AND

A night of fatigue,
a night of a raging storm and fever.
The eyelid flickered when I went to sleep
with a thin blanket to keep away the chill and the wind.
The eyelid flickered,
a token, an augury of something to happen,
some sound in a distance,
I sniffed in the wind,
a touch on the forehead to calm down fear;
'Know that the fever is caused by fear'.

Sleep, such a welcome dream,
the dream a cloud dreams.
The sleep comes before the dream.
The sleep comes to spread
a narcotic peace
like someone standing close
to take hold of the ship bouncing
on the unrest of the choppy sea.

Image credit : Tanya Dimitrova
when we plumb the deepest core of our being

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