Sleep My Friend

My guardian angel sleep how I honor thee, Thy contrarian ways leave me breathless, Thine art, the bearer of life’s synchronicity. I am your vessel, a vassal on your highways, Thou speakest in tongues, thy magic conveys, Subtle shifts in the feelings of voluptuous days. You speak to me archaically, sometimes not, With ears I absorb your many voices, Though my eyes are slow to know your every plot. Faithfully you come to me when the shades are drawn, Carefully you wake me with touching flair, I am pushed to reconsider most every dawn. A night without you is an adventure at home, It is, to wit, but a journey to bed, Better not to sleep if you venture not to Rome. Your flavor spices my mind, with thirst I crave it, Its abundance and magnitude move me, I search the seas to find your shores to inhabit. You surprise me, you recognize me, you see me, The masks I use to cloak, your hands deface, Uncovering my ploys with mirthful subtlety. Naked I stand before you, your canvas to paint, With strokes of genius you unnerve my life, In depth you make my shallow ways seem less than quaint. A weaver could not imagine the text you bear, The knot you wind only a knot can know, There is no metaphor that can describe your stare. I will never understand how you do this trick, Yet it is me who does it every night! I am undone by you, yet you make my life tick. If you are the eye of my mind who sees the truth, Better to go, leave me to my devices, To abide by your laws would be just too uncouth. Yet I hesitate to cast you away stranger, You are the god who lives inside of me, I can not live without my nightly messenger. Stay with me then my ritual marvelous friend, I need you, crave you, in sleep I would die, Without your visitations life could not amend. ------ Written 09.06/2014 By Jornjorn.