Sleep

"And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing."
- John Keats

And then your tender voice made its way

Through the crowded dense of my thoughts.

Sleep, let me sleep on your words, because

It’s the only way to feel you, I know how.

Like a winter rose I wither for your words —

There is nothing between Heaven or Hell that can unite us.

But it’s just a dream — like a simulated reality

On my eyelids, you can always touch by seeing me.

On a blank page I craft our love story

The invisible ink seeps from my reddish veins.

You speak, I listen, yes,

And I sleep for eternity — till you come to rescue me.