to the mocking sneers awakens me from imagining asleep
real now , I say, I shame not easily. Shadows, I cannot see
bereft of light.
Tell me of the jealousies, whisper in my ear,
what devil tome must I partake in?
What evils have I done ?
Shall I awake you, shake from your forever sleep?
Haunt you, as you me?
What visions here in the light of one candle flickers,
roof and wall growing and fluttering with the breezes
blowing in the open window trees prancing limbs
through the dark. Hark, to thee, go to sleep.
Sleep until you have a
dream again .
Let me be.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 11:36 PM UTC
to the mocking sneers awakens me from imagining asleep
real now , I say, I shame not easily. Shadows, I cannot see
bereft of light.
Tell me of the jealousies, whisper in my ear,
what devil tome must I partake in?
What evils have I done ?
Shall I awake you, shake from your forever sleep?
Haunt you, as you me?
What visions here in the light of one candle flickers,
roof and wall growing and fluttering with the breezes
blowing in the open window trees prancing limbs
through the dark. Hark, to thee, go to sleep.
Sleep until you have a
dream again .
Let me be.
