Sleep

Drown in darkness oh my dear
Lie with me a while
Let all of your fears but melt away
And leave you peaceful as a child
All the angst that light reveals 
Is gone within this shroud
This shroud of sheets 
This shroud of skin
None but hush can reach our isle
The doubt of day that left you weeping
Is gone away while sleeping
Still and silent
Sleeping

Reviews

[Jesse]

Nicely, you give flesh and bone to that long time friend; Sleep. Like your style my friend.

[V. P. Trujillo]

This sounds like a daydream. Something akin to a breeze flowing through one and back out, carrying on its way, to wherever it may be needed.

[Nix]

Thank you! Well said

[Mark]

Very much a lullaby. I can picture a parent trying to get a child to sleep. :)

[Morgan Storms]

"None but hush can reach our isle" love it. I like that your poem flowed well. It reminded me of a grey area in between black and white. That sleep that seems happy yet somber, comforting yet electric. I have no idea if that makes any sense, but great job.

[Inda]

This is fantastic, felt lulled into the end here, that felt more like death than sleep.

[Latifa]

somber but the use of words is magical here, I enjoyed reading it a lot.