When all the world is fast asleep <br />and only sounds of breathing <br />ride moonbeams in the air. <br /> <br />Many ancient souls awaken <br />float above the hearts of lovers <br />slip into a dream with tender care. <br /> <br />They will occasionally find a space <br />and bearing gifts of conscience <br />will snuggle up as new life, barely there. <br /> <br />Some will sympathise with woe <br />or chuckle at tom foolery <br />others rid a sleep of deep despair. <br /> <br />The ghosts of all who walked before <br />are free to come and loath to go <br />Most of us, will never know they’re there. <br /> <br />Roan Feb 2008<br /><br />Ann Beard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fast-asleep/
