SLEEP ON

A poem on loss

SLEEP ON

When in my desolate mind I stand
Gasp looking for fill to saturate my thirst
Your exist brought an itch which passion not even could fill
And to say nothing more of space your exit had roused

But nature it's course must bear on mortals
Never a doing so much in our power
For our being is so much for a time come true
And the eventual exit blows in dust to the eyes of the beloved

The mouth no need to sway for its tales must tell
The hand weary of writing sank in it bereaved mind
Heaped up in a bid of the thought, the journey so well
And struggle now on end rope must resign for the future

And exit a curse and blessing bore
To the inhabitants of the cozy world left behind
The pile of lies the mind is closed to
And the gong of the fortune tellers a story to our time

We sleep on with hope to wake
In that realm no one testimony acclaimed but belief.
The reward of our works to bid us forward
To the house of eternal bliss.

Author's Note

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