Gleb Zavlanov


Oh Hypnos lord of all the lands of dream,
Whose slumb’rous breath weaves eyes with poppy leaf,
And whose sweet lullabies mortals relieve
Of throes, and shields them from the evil scheme
Of Phobetor who roams around the world at close of eve,

Oh Hypnos, phantom o’er each mossy cot,
Whose gentle, dreamy hands all place to rest
The cooing birds found snoozing in their nest
And all the goats upon the meads where not
A pallid moonbeam can descry, for all’s by night suppressed,

Or mortal denizens in cities, pent
Or gleaming fish found in the ocean’s deep,
Or cattle, waiting in the glens for sleep
To dawn upon their minds, and their souls send
Into Elysium until the morn shall night’s shoots reap,

And plant its gloried beams into the bare
And fill the lands with nec’trous, honeyed rays,
Come on us, god of sleep, unearthly grace
From out the shadows of your mystic lair,
And spread across our waking minds your thick, morphean haze.

How much I’ve agonized and yearned to gain
The lavender and eat such dozy bud,
And try to fall asleep, and ever nod
As I get lost and stray in dream’s domain,
But never have I had success for slumber I could not!

I roamed across the clouds of yester night
And round the meadows of the yesteryear,
But never can I my bright spirit steer
Into such sleep, and take upon my flight
Into deep slumber’s den, until, Hypnos you did appear,

And eased my mind and soul, and with your spells
Had quelled the raging passions of my heart,
And carefully had closed the draws to part,
Once you had done your deed and slowed the swells
Of my free spirit, and had my sore mind with slumbers barred…

© 2014 Gleb Zavlanov

Submitted: Sunday, March 23, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 24, 2014

Topic of this poem: sleep


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  • Freshman - 1,088 Points Susan Lacovara (3/23/2014 5:29:00 PM)

    Hypnotic indeed, your fable-like write....That I could slip away into the sweetness if stilled slumber, erase the daily all too quick pace of today's race....What sheer pleasure to succumb to the beauty of dreams. PEACE (Report) Reply

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