Sleep Poem by Alexander Downie

In silent worlds do I slip and within my conscience there abide
Withered charms laid of rest, deaden breaths from heavy chest
A drift on crimson thoughts bathed in lightening blue
Alive in restive slumber, bound in the impressions of you

Restless spirits, plague and enhance restless nights,
nightfall’s demons fixed on endless demonic flights
Out of darkness steps a vision drawing me to a place
Radiance from a pillow a saviour rescued by grace

Rendezvous in dimensions not from realities gaze
Passion initiated of wanting, desire, lust, remembered ways
In intensities zealous tormented space, stand the spirits of we two
Joined in mirages not blighted, true


Will this omen filtered fine become illusions passion guided by sign?
So Herculean a vision that it be, your scent, your touch, your flesh I see
and when faint dawning brings a tiredness tinged with tragic loss
A encounter still treasured in realities royal, deluge of boredom, drudge and dross

Yet once in the provinces of Van Gough,
with collision of gist I’ll pledge this trough
That sleep be banished at lovers cost