by Harry

Submitted by Joanna M. Weston

I watch as the smoothness of sleep
pauses time, all clocks immobilize
chimeras rise in the silent dark
linger like my ghostly past

slender green branches decorate
the clarity of my quiet noon
while kelp rides on ocean waves
peeling hours from one tide to another

light filters through stained glass
patterning my afternoon sleep
with imprecise architecture
hung with languorous colour

until evening’s tired hours
close beyond these somnolent eyes

One Comment to “THE SLEEPING DAY”

  1. Sleep does pauses the time of our body


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