Temporary Deaths Poem by sabitha geethall

As the silhouette of
A mango tree, painting
'Magical realism'
On my window pane.
I emerged from
A night mare, ashen faced.
Then sleep horrified me.

The night screeched
In it's death bed
As it perished
In a lonely bird's
Borrowed throat.
Then sleep betrayed me.

The jasmin flavoured
Crisp air solaced
My heaving chest..
As comfort flew in
On the tenuous wings
Of a shy grey moth.
Then sleep tempted me.

I clasped the lone
Silver memory thread
Of a smiling face
As i drifted off.
Then sleep embraced me.