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Come Fast to Sleep
by William Simpson
Come fast to sleep, as night is brushed
by feathered hemlock on the breeze;
While cares of day are swept away
beyond the reach of highest trees:
Above the cold and snow that flies
on dreams in wildest, winter skies.
Come fast to sleep, where safe we lay
together; quiet as the night,
While rhythmic, steady, breathing beats
reality with dream takes flight:
And senseless, careless thought runs by
and chases cloud, and butterfly.
Come fast to sleep with me, I pray
and wake thou not till dreams are spun,
and breath of night exhausts and stills;
cool morning light suggests the sun:
Then stir, and wake again, and rise;
and share our dreams through morning eyes.
11/03/2006 Author's Note: original pen 05/22/02
Posted on 11/04/2006
Copyright © 2024 William Simpson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/05/06 at 01:21 PM what word loving denizens would not succumb to this prayer. I cannot imagine it, lest they have stuffed their ears and their eyes and their hearts with wax. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/08/06 at 01:13 AM Exquisite! A sure fire POTD! |
| Posted by Paganini Jones on 04/12/11 at 08:36 PM Absolutly delightful aubade. I'm with Philip. |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 08/10/21 at 10:28 PM Absolutely beautiful - I wish you were still here. |
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