The evening hangs beneath the moon
A silver thread on darkened dune
With closing eyes and resting head
I know that sleep is coming soon

Upon my pillow, safe in bed
A thousand pictures fill my head
I cannot sleep my minds a flight
And yet my limbs seem made of lead

If there are noises in the night
A frighting shadow, flickering light
Then I surrender unto sleep

Where clouds of dreams give second sight

What dreams may come both dark and deep

Of flying wings and soaring leap

As I surrender unto sleep
As I surrender unto sleep

4 thoughts on “Sleep

  1. There’s something . . . odd about the poem. Do you know who wrote it?

    Is that word-painting that I hear? I love it.

  2. I was thinking the same thing. There’s quite an interesting story behind the reason the poem was written. I’ll have to tell you sometime.

    Charles Anthony Silvestri wrote the poem.

    You would probably know better than I would, but I believe that it is word-painting.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s