The Unwaking Sleep Poem by Patti Masterman

a deep arcing spirit,
forgetting of sleep;
there's no need to fear it,
these secrets I keep.

I keep growing silence
like wings in the dark,
anticipate violence
in each burning spark.

we all love to say
how we'll never forget
the shrinking of days
on this long endless trip.

the body grows old
like a child grows to size;
but limbs going backward-
and stars leave the eyes.

reversing the birth,
we go down in the grave;
forget all the mirth,
we know no one was saved.

we're all living, dying
like ghosts on the wane,
wear flesh for a short while,
let happiness reign.

then return to the dust
we shook off our feet,
and leave- for we must-
for that unwaking sleep.