..... poetry .....



"When Slumber Calls"

When Slumber calls,
   you relent, effortlessly.

As if the Seasons cannot proceed
   without your acquiescence.
As if the Moon does not know
   its path without your vision.
As if Water begins to question
   its shape without your body.

Like a swan obeying its song of origin,
   you breathe into the Night,
Longing for the mystery of darkness
   coming through you,
   reminding you,
   loving you,
   altering you,

Again and again and again...

September 2013




©2013, Michael Smolens