It has been so long since I've watched you sleeping; <br />Watched the blue night descend on your body like a thick blanket. <br />Sometimes, your hair would cast itself like a net, <br />Snaring your face in fragile, moth-like tendrils. <br />Othertimes, your mouth would split open like overripe plums <br />Spilling their flesh on hot, black earth <br />Shattering the pregnant silence, <br />And beckoning the dawn. <br /> <br />I watch you in that silence of mine <br />That you know so well <br />Envying you <br />Your vulnerability, <br />Your abandon, <br />Your humanness- <br /> <br />Outside the window, <br />A Don Quixote dawn gallops mercilessly <br />Along the eastern edges of sky, <br />And you, <br />Like the night, <br />Slowly recede into memory.<br /><br />Vaun Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sleep-of-reason/
