Sleep

I was very young, Laying wrapped in cotton sheets. Eyes heavy with soft happiness Touched by the warm hand of a summer sun. Breathed on by flower scented air Cradled into a smiling sleep. I was grown up Laying wrapped in damp cotton sheets Eyes dazzled with fierce desire Touched by the flesh of dark promises Breathed on by a scented whisper Cocooned into a satisfied sleep I was older still Laying on a plastic seat Eyes forced to find florescent lights Touched by fear and longing Breathed on by boozy fighters Unable to sleep, waiting to be called I was a parent Laying in a too hot bed Eyes wrestling against my ears Touched by annoyance and sympathy Breathed on by weary milky air Forced not to sleep but longing for it. I am very old Laying wrapped in plastic sheets Eyelids glued against my cheek Touched by frigid cold Breathed on by disinfected mouths Waiting for sleep.