Sleep

The night was long and cold,

Lying on the wet mud he could see flaming stars,

The blanket of red clouds covered the sky,

As the rain pierced in, like sharpened knives…

Slowly drowning in the waters of memories,

Hands pulled him up and threw up…

Flying now among the clouds,

Light passed through his veins,

Sieving into his eyes…

A twirling asteroid hit the light,

Scattered in the vacuum,

He was floating among the speckles,

Traveling far and fast into the woods,

The white leaves held him in their palm,

Slowly letting him down to the ground…

Whispering winds of lullaby,

The warmth of love,

Guiding him into sleep again…