Tiku akp


Go To Sleep Bird


Go to sleep in the warm comfort
Of your slippery plumes;
The dale is bathed in
The fragrance of unscathed beam
Spilled from the pail of a moon
Through the pores of forming clouds;
Go to sleep sweet bird
And do not afraid of cracklings
From the hearths where
Witches stir gruel of raw entrails
Of the old ghosts-famished
For want of fresh blood.
Go to sleep bird
Swing with the whispers
Of suspicious wind blowing
From stoic mountain tops.
Go to sleep bird
The night is going to sleep too
Listening to the soft lullaby
The meadows sing as the hunter
Chase in naked feet the swift bats
Flying to the blinking of stars.
Go to sleep bird.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, April 24, 2013
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