God, Teach Me Language Of Sleep. (Mirrored Fib) Poem by Harindhar Reddy

Child
or
man is
equal when
they sleep, there’s no war
in men-women then. They open
their minds, breathe in soft-swift rhythm
heaven has given –
They pucker
their lips
like
kids.

Oh
We
Open
hands midway,
troopers and solons,
servants and masters. The stars stand
babysit and fog veils the sky,
a few hours when no
one will do
anybody
harm
oh!


If
one
could speak
to men then
hearts are half-open
flowers. Words like golden bees would
drift in. then trees with birds buzz as
animals in woods pledge peace —
God, teach me
language
of
sleep.

(Triple “mirrored Fibonacci”)