John Lentini

Sleep

 

Cometh upon me softly the new snow

As doth sleep in thy night

Light, fleeting, calming

Slowly the dark clouds cometh

Faint at first be thy crystals

As doth my consciousness slowly fade

Then cometh in sheets that blendeth

On come they blindeth

All be thy white cleansing all

And into sleep doth I fade

So before me

See I within me

Snow and sleep

And I be one

Thine essence the same

The result different.