My Dear 'island' Poem by Simpa Omoluabi

My dear ‘island' still you see sleep, knowing
The dream murd'rers are around waiting
For sleep to pre-veil upon the island
Even death dream murd'rers ever at hand
To see that when the ‘island' wake from sleep
A man remember to forget his dreams
That for dream amnesia the island weep
The island be flooded with tearful streams
And if the ‘island' keep vigil all night
Sleep shall try to pre-veil in the daylight
That the ‘island' succumbs as with nocturnes
For the dream murd'rers in shift taking turns
That the dream of one be no more his own.
Inanna! I call, ye queen of the dream zone.

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