Sleep
Perchance, to dream
Of kindly things, like
Lapping waves and stars above
Hand in hand with the one’s you love,
The Moon, in the waters, sublime
The heart afloat with melody and rhyme
Or,

Sleep,
Torn apart
By terror in the Heart
And Mind,
That only deep sleep
Cruelly Unveils,
Thar frightening form
Of the Nightmare.
 
Sleep
That which all “fatigue” needs
And, that which rejuvenation feeds,
Makes a person whole,
Never a good excuse
Not a Ruse,
An Artifice,
But,
Sleep
The night’s cherished goal

When,
We reach for the stars above,
Yearn for the past,
A longing for the long gone
absent
Or,
To only bury that memory
Deeper within.

Sleep,
To breathe deep the air of Spring
And relieve the cold in the wintry bones,
Hearths burning, flames alight
The dark within and without,
Drooping eyelids Hollow,
Blessed the Night.

O, for that
Sleep,
The one
Awakened by a Sunrise
Brimming with optimism and hope,
The dreaded nocturnal opacity
Banished
Into deeper darkness, somewhere,
A Black Hole, the yawning Universe,
To help cope
With the day ahead,
Dutifully, Happily,

Sleep,
That, which an unconscious, unintended
A Mirage- like Heaven creates
On Earth
That, perhaps, an unknown, unfathomed,
Hell somewhere, Chaotically, Duplicates.

Sleep,
The simply-designed
Complex part of
Life,
That restores energy
And,
Dissipates it too.

And finally
Sleep,
Without which we Mortals
Are not even faint ghosts of ourselves.

(The author is a prolific poet who has over 30 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06@gmail.com/ www.ashoksawhny.com)