Sleep Well
Sleep well,
For I know the days of stone never gave you much.
And all the Shepherd boys,
All their treasures of gold,
It never amounted to what you could unfold.
Sleep well,
As the sun rises and the moon sets,
So does your heart with no beats,
Just burdens nestled on old pelts and nests.
I admire it and envy it
For I too wish to know how a beat-less heart feels,
Like a flow-less river,
It stays, and does not go.
Sleep well,
For I never sleep as my only friend is the City in which I live in,
All towering monuments of something I don’t know,
Brick and mortar mixed with sweat and tears
Of those who wasted all their years in here.
I too have shared these years,
These tears are not my own,
It was hers and his,
It was something I don’t know.
You lived here once,
We shared a Hallway until Thursday afternoon.
Sleep well,
The road is wind-less as it is it's roads,
A narrow path like an arrow shot from a bow made of Gold,
As dawn begins anew,
So shall you,
Sleep well.
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