Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love and <br />Let me rest, for my spirit has had its bounty of days and nights; <br />Light the candles and burn the incense around my bed, and <br />Scatter leaves of jasmine and roses over my body; <br />Embalm my hair with frankincense and sprinkle my feet with perfume, <br />And read what the hand of Death has written on my forehead. <br /> <br />Let me rest in the arms of Slumber, for my open eyes are tired; <br />Let the silver-stringed lyre quiver and soothe my spirit; <br />Weave from the harp and lute a veil around my withering heart. <br /> <br />Sing of the past as you behold the dawn of hope in my eyes, for <br />It's magic meaning is a soft bed upon which my heart rests. <br /> <br />Dry your tears, my friends, and raise your heads as the flowers <br />Raise their crowns to greet the dawn. <br />Look at the bride of Death standing like a column of light <br />Between my bed and the infinite; <br />Hold your breath and listen with me to the beckoning rustle of <br />Her white wings. <br /> <br />Come close and bid me farewell; touch my eyes with smiling lips. <br />Let the children grasp my hands with soft and rosy fingers; <br />Let the ages place their veined hands upon my head and bless me; <br />Let the virgins come close and see the shadow of God in my eyes, <br />And hear the echo of His will racing with my breath.<br /><br />samuel aziekwe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-of-love-7/
