A Poem – Sleep
On full moon nights, for some strange reason, I often feel very tired. Or maybe this time, a week of packing books and moving stuff for a garage sale has left every bone in my body weak and exhausted. So, the following poem is quite appropriate for today.
SLEEP
Sleep is my lover.
He embraces me
with warm darkness.
The hush of
his quiet breath
over my mouth
devours desires
in surreal dreams.
Skywalker Storyteller Works 
Very beautiful. I love the way you personified ‘sleep.’ And this exquisite line says it all: Sleep is my lover.
I wish you more strength in all your preparations.
Thanks, Uzo.
Very nice Skywalker. I really enjoyed that. Thank you for sharing it.
Thanks, Phyllis.
exiting
Thanks for reminding us that “sleep” is the Lover we all need!
Always reminds me of La Nuit, sleep does, it’s calm desire, unrushed repose, breathing in delight, a safari within the mind.