SLUMBER


The night a dark dirge
To the bygone dead day
The candle burns unsure
Casting silhouettes of sublime figures
Shadows like evils
Exude their vicious powers
A storm amidst a dream
In lonely silent hours


Drooping lashes
Fading consciousness
Blurred, indisticnt vision
A plunge in the well of sleep
A chasm gyrating so deep


Short-lived funeral of the soul
Cremation of solid thought
Voyaging to a terrain of repressions
Where the spirit emancipates
To gain what it cannot
In the living carnal world
To reveal, what never unfurled


Then a flight back to consciousness
A journey back from obscure lands
Pulsating your way to life
Regaining sight to a purple morning
Tranquil, Undisturbed, Calm, Silent, Morn
Yet another day will soon be bygone.