I <br /> <br />slowly the ponderous doors of lead imponderous <br />pushed by a wedging force unthinking opened <br />how like a cloud I floated down the dim green air <br />unthinking of the soft violence of odorous winds <br />the falling plaint of hidden violins <br />and eyes <br />following <br /> <br />II <br /> <br />doors unto doors unfolded downward <br />and I was like unto a sailing ship <br />stern downward sailing on a dim green sea <br />unmindful of the rich push of flowery winds <br />the melting voices of far seraphims <br />and arms <br />following <br /> <br />III <br /> <br />slowly the ponderous doors of lead imponderous <br />lowered above my head in absolute slow closing <br />quiet as a shadow on a dim green wall <br />I rested in my dark and ivory vault <br />the violins were no more nor eyes nor arms <br />hours on hours <br />following<br /><br />Bravig Imbs<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sleep-15/
