An Offering of Sight
I yearn for sleep
the kind you get
when you wake up
wondering at the day,
when your dreams
are outlandish journeys
that never end
Where your world
is the best of spent youth,
and the exclusion of time
heals the soul that grieves,
at the first deep breath
stars fall into your eyes,
where the ringing phone
is a call from your Mum,
and the knock on the door
is lost family coming home
I long for slumber
to see those I ache for,
to embrace them
with a fantasist's kiss
for knowledge Odin
gave his eye,
for sleep
I offer both
Copyright © Jayne Eggins | Year Posted 2023
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