Friday, April 10, 2015

Poem: Sleep - Third of 30 - NaPoWriMo

Sleep is a temporary life,
unsolved mystery
None understand the ways
of alternative living
Few recall the name of loved
ones passing through
New lives unbecoming
without colorful garb
Of awakened imaginings,
expectant angels in lonely heavens
Quietly awaiting the drop of a pin,
thousands dancing
To the music of another's dreams,
music of another time
The flutter of eyelids,
the sound of a sigh
Awake my sleeping spirit,
laughter the language
Of another one's cry

(c) 3 April 2015

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