Deep Sleep: By Ikechi Ochulo

Sleeping beauty

Sleep on my Beauty

In sleep is a beauty

But in deep sleep is the death

 

Death

The last link on the cycle of life

The kink in the chain of happiness

The chink in every man’s armour

 

Your hands are colder than Winter

Making warm summer streams flow

Down the hill

Of bony and fleshy cheeks

 

You make hearts fail and fall

Till comforting words

Like the sun in springtime

Shine softly to awake broken spirits

 

You make the cycle complete

It would be better if incomplete

But who would question your wit?

For you take whom you deem fit

 

Sleep on Dear One

In sleep is a beauty

In deep sleep is the death

For through the eyes of death

We behold

The beauty of life