In Death as Sleep I Long to Lie
In sleep of life I ever dream
of fuller life and truer days
in greater rhyme
a better time
and life relived in newer ways.
Within a dream I somehow seem
as greater man in time not past
alive reborn
a life not shorn
at once of that I want to last.
In rest be loved as yet do I
my hope therein is not denied
one so missed
does there exist
and not one so preoccupied.
In death as sleep I yearn to lie
and dream eternal life replaced
to never partake
nor ever awake
but live anew in death embraced.
One Comment
- blackwidow replied:
This poem is so insightful. I never thought of death as sleep but in a way it makes so much sense. What better way to embrace such a dark thought then as a sweet endless dream!
May 29th, 2008 at 4:04 PM. Permalink.
