two o'clock in the morning <br />snow must be colder and thicker <br />but your eyes are awake <br />like an empty basin still <br />wanting to be full of the <br />day's warm air, but my dear <br />you need sleep and you <br />must now sleep and be <br />with your colored dreams <br />they shall speak like friends <br />with gossamer wings, <br />and some will be like jokers <br />and princes, and princesses <br /> <br />sleep now my dear friend, <br />you need them to guide you <br />what poem to write next <br />when another morning breaks <br />again in the shutters of your mind. <br /> <br />sleep now, step into the world <br />of magic, the garden of fantasy. <br /> <br />who knows someone so lovely <br />waits for you there, saying hey!<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-thought-you-are-asleep-my-dear-friend/
