Sleep Looks


Sleep looks so calmly on her divine face,
as bright and soft as the sun’s virgin rays!
She look more peaceful than a white dove,
as I bathe in her light  when I wake up!


The dark grey streaks on her sweet golden skin,
with sleep smeared on her divine innocence,
confuse me, perhaps I am still dreaming,
how on earth can such joys have permanence!


So I slash my arm to see if the pain
can be felt and know whether wounds can bleed,
when the dreamer is living in a dream again,
how do I know the blood that flows is true indeed?


If it’s a dream, then let me dream until my breathing lasts,
for love shall remain even when we have been turned to dusts!




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Courtney M. Wendleton

I'm an author with an associate's in psychology. Interested in a lot of different things, and love controversy. The more controversial the better, but that's not all I'm interested in. Can be a bit confusing at times, but that's normal!

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