Sleepy Angel Poem by Maria Kamy Abdool

A dense oppression circles the air that we breathe.
Beneath all stars our dreams
Are roofed by desert spreads
With no sleep.
We’re fearless,
Subjected to a better day
All cast away with purity’s spell
Which held our hearts in awe.
May our dreams dissolve in quicksand,
The muffled sound with the theist roar shall awake us.
When the parching mornings set in drought,
We speak of love,
And give thanks to classic songs
Which cause a slur on obvious faith implied
In our sore hearts.
I place my love in matted shades
Wishing for nightfall.
All is quiet nearby,
Hush now, he is asleep.
Eternal whisperings take their turn when
The desolate shore holds together
With its mighty strength our undying love.
Scarcely he would speak
Sweet words of null caverns.
It's like a signal that his coma is near,
Almost like a parade of falling stars into a forest
Creating a storm.
Hush now, he is asleep.