ASLEEP

Contemporary Verse.

ASLEEP.

 

I fell asleep

In middle of the night

Or perhaps it was a day

Feigning of the darkness.

 

There was a beggar

At my tapped door

Begging for a silver spoon

Or perhaps for a pot of gold.

 

A limpid long life

Like flow of a river

Descending into the dust

Perhaps in harassed fever.

 

If I was asleep

Who was the other I?

Cajoling, decreeing

Perhaps a child with a dagger

Or a painted being in swagger.

 

Days come and go

But the sun without a race

Soulful of its luminosity

In a jocund dark space.

 

The End

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