Sleep Too Deep - Poem by Simon Aindongo
you are the girl that lives inside my poems,
you roam freely on the veins of my heart,
your place of rest is hoisted up by my stanzas
you are singularly verse more pure than whole chapters.
do not free me, if your love is my captor
had i been a king i would value the sight of you,
above a scepter.
destiny is a ship i cannot steer,
but a moment in your presence.
i hold most dear.
i watched from the bleachers as you stole my heart,
it was suspect that i objected not,
i would aid your escape by clearing the path
though all along to reside in my poems is what you sought.
So rest my lady, you who extends my sleep.
may i never awake if this be a dream,
let this be a sleep too deep.
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