Slept Well Poem by Naveed Akram

You slept well after all,
The bed had flexibility;
Boredom blurred the binding
With unconsciousness.
Answers slept after itself,
The sleep itself, like openings.
Your face beamed onwards
In new collisions of beauty.
Follow your mastery of magic
As you pass promises and sentences.
The dreams corrupt youth
Yet your old age represents
My love for food.
Supposed victims of your blood
Convict me with judging ugliness.
The sleep of eternity slays
My company and my resentment
Over the facts.
Your visitor is me as I can not live
Without learning loves and your dreams.