We close our eyes
and into sleep fall
rejuvenating our mind
so filled with abstract thoughts,
storing away what we want
in the store of our memories,
casting aside the unwelcome bits
and burying deep others
before we awake afresh
to start all over again.
14 November 2009
Good title for an intriguing subject David - - sleep - which 'knits up the ravelled sleeve of care' certainly can rejuvenate if we yield to it's medicine - - a fine verse... warm wishes from Fay
I really thought the ideas in here were deep and intriguing. Nice writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
mystery of sleep good write 10