Long Sweet Slumber Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

As I walk through the hours of my day.
One thing that beckons is at the end of daylight.
Sleep is my alixor.
Slumber my sweet coma.
Sleeping peacefully my ulitmate high.
Day has ended, dark hours are nigh.
Eyes closed, let out a wimpering sigh.
Head on pillow.
Like an angel in the cloud.
Duvet of black magic.
Cast a spell o'Rip Van Winkle.
Like a shepherd amongst his flock
Warmth and sweet sensation.
Rewinds the hours of my body clock.


I Siddiq 22.07.08