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