Monday, March 7, 2016

Sweet Sleep

Sweet Sleep

by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)



Young men,
you tender virgins,
those stillborn in death
too

Sweet sleep
your gentle passage
'til called in glorious renew

your days to endless splendor
your feet through golden sands;

though now: a time of danger
anxiety for imperfect man.

Yes, sweet your sleep,
you'll not remember;

as rising suns chase settling moons
seventy/eighty years
the living mourning

in cycles crying
these shortened
spans.