Wednesday, January 26, 2011
My Poem: I Wish to Sleep
The rippling grass sways to and fro while the gale collects the meadow's reap,
Serenity clings to the air with all of its might,
Do not be bothersome for I wish to sleep.
Resting in the warmth of the golden light,
Eyes sealed, drifting within a permanent dream,
Do not search for I am no longer in sight.
The distance sounds forth a call from an endless stream,
A watery slumber it doth cry,
Do not assume all is what it may seem.
For there the pieces of a shattered heart doth lie,
Scattered among the rushing depths in dispose,
Do not attempt to gather them; no need to try.
The brimming trees in the field line appose,
Marking the mound of bliss,
Do not be bothersome for I wish to repose.
To stay and weep for the one I truly miss,
In the presence of death's lingering kiss.