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.
Copyright © Gabriella Steele | Year Posted 2022
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