Sleeping Child
1.Oh pitiful
faintest of
smiles
seized by
the night's
weapon
2.In his
fattest
times he
enchants
from his
dead
memory
the songs
of Babel's
lexicon
3.Finds for
himself a
better
niche in
the beach
where his
permeable
mind is
having it's
vac
4.Piling
unconcious
mental
ambiguities
in dreams
like four
decks of
cards
stacked
1.he
refuses to
speak the
language
of the day
2.would
rather
have his
mind live
in his
dreams
and play
3.seeming
to so soon
forgot the
cup of
hospitality
the day
gives to
drink
4.And
taking
sides with
the hostile
nights that
had once
gotten him
scared to
even blink
1.Oh Child
Sleep! For
you only
know so
little of the
protesting
tides ahead
2.Sleep!
For its not
your couse
even for
your life to
be scared
3.When
your
mothers
fouled the
feast of
angered
fairies in
bid to get
thee bread
at dead
night
4.All ur
prodigal
care is to
foul
pudden
bed in only
a brief
stretch
towards
first light
Copyright © Plato Agbo Dozie | Year Posted 2013
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