Sleeping
All is silent
As he clings
To the last
Fragments of waking
To wade in the streams
Of troubled sleep
Darkness hums
The lullaby
And spreads silks
Before his weary cosmos…
As we watch
The kinsman of death
Playing host
To twenty five years
Of sleep.
Copyright © Gerald Kithinji | Year Posted 2013
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