Sleep

In my dreams, I sleep In my awake, I sleep In my mind, I sleep I Sleep in not apathy but unawareness I Sleep in not as frivolous but free reining I live the world in sleep surrounded by sprinkling fairies Sprinkling the dust of youth from tippy toe to tippy top The dust is light, light like my head The dust is tender, tender like my skin The dust is clear, clear like my mind The dust is benevolence, it sings bene a tutti e due. The dust is genesis, the beginning, prolonged and new. Close your eyes See the darkness But I See light That is the sleep The slumber The break The breath The solace That is-my carriage across the world On its back I am through the hills of Malaysia Through the beach of Jamaica And to the immortal unknown. With my sleep in the obscure, I see the meaning With my sleep in the daunting, I see the timid With my sleep in the proud, I see the jealous With my sleep in the bedlam, I see the field For even If I do not know My sleep is my eyes My eyes are my heart And my heart soothed.