Sleep Poem by Atimiwoaye Adetunji dayo

at the brim of night came light
where souls of men were at the hands
of morpheus
souls unaware of their bargain
no sign to laugh
no sign to cry
no sign to fight
as our master close the door to our souls
only to open them at brunch

but yet morpheus
how can i not perceive the odour of our food?
as thou sleepeth off?
for all you show me is a marathon
me myself am a runner

souls are made happy with your rags
all you show us is marriage, love, success
but all these is like chasing the wind
play not with my soul
for it is locked with love
open the door to many souls when
the gently sleeping leaves
when cricket only disturbs with their
soothing sound

silence is your picture
darkness your image
oh morpheus
why should i be in your hand? at the brim of light
why should i lay without a course? why should i not perceive
the aroma of our food?
as though the nights are forever
with a wink of our cold
morpheus open the door to many souls
but kept the willing tools
i am not a buyer
just now, i wish morpheus my visitor