Wednesday 26 March 2008

Poem: Sleep

" Sleep "

Sleep oh sleep.

The blissful rest or is it?

When asleep, the world moves and turns without us.

Unaware of comments and events.

Sleep, where our minds turn.

Ideas, thoughts and inner truths in dreams.

Without the fetidness of consciousness.

Where secrets are revealed to the bright lights wakefulness.

Or half hidden in shape and foggy memories.

Or lost only to be remembered in sleep.

Ah sleep, the bane of staying awake.

But a blessing of inner journeys.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

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