Sleep Poem by jose sarang

Sleep



He slept
He slept after the long days of weaving
Weaving the shroud in black and in white
He slept
Like a fallen leaf on the dust
He slept
Like a tapestry woven with his dreams
He slept
The rain spreads the tears over the hills
He died
The waves drop their wings on the shore
He died
Like the trumpet ends singing in the night
He spreads the green over the planes
And reap the streams
He wets in the dreams
Flies with the wind
And then weaves the veil over the hills
He shares the hut with the moon
And smiles with the god weaves the agony
He walks with the angels lost their battle
And guide the children wake up in the night
He slept like a tapestry woven in black and in white
He wets in rain of dreams
And wakes up with a smile
Like a seed sprouts

Sleep
Wednesday, June 8, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
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