In the realm of shadows where silence reigns,
A slumber deep, where consciousness wanes.
Beneath the veil of Morpheus’ embrace,
Lies a soul adrift in time and space.
Whispers echo in the hallowed hall,
As twilight’s curtain begins to fall.
The pendulum swings with a steady beat,
Marking moments where two worlds meet.
A raven’s call, a chilling sound,
As heartbeats merge with the profound.
The sleeper lies in still repose,
As a stream of Lethe around them flows.
The air is thick with aether’s scent,
A journey through the veil is lent.
In dreams, they dance with shadows twined,
While hands unseen their fate unwind.
A tapestry of life and breath,
Woven in the loom of death.
Yet, not a word of fear is spoken,
As the spell of sleep remains unbroken.
The mind adrift on seas so vast,
Unaware of the mast and cast.
A voyage through the Stygian tide,
Where secrets in the deep reside.
The ticking clock, the hour’s chime,
Synchronizes with a rhyme.
A lullaby for the tranquil soul,
As they traverse the ethereal shoal.
In this realm where spirits dwell,
Tales of twilight, too dark to tell.
The sleeper stirs, yet does not wake,
For they must not the silence break.
And when the dawn’s first light appears,
Dispelling shadows, quelling fears,
The sleeper shall return anew,
With not a memory of the view.
So let them sleep, and dream, and rest,
For in the morrow, they’ll be blessed.
With life’s sweet breath returned once more,
A soul reborn, with tales of yore.
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It’s a beautifully written piece about the mysterious and peaceful nature of sleep and dreams.
Thank you very much, Daisy! 😎
Estupendo poema.👏👏👏👏💫💫
Muchas gracias! 😎
Sounds like a pretty good sleep lol, could use one of those haha