13 January 2008

Errant Right To Sleep

Let me lie beside you in my waking dream,
I’ll try to keep the peace you seem to think
we needed when the battle ended; war for
me was ever gainful whether won or sorely
lost to bitter endings – all tragedies among
the tragedies from whence we learned to
live or die – be cast anew, thrown aside or
born with fire in saddened, sightless eyes.

I do not sleep to dream although I dream
of you – to lie beside your weightless form
in sleep, the sinews gone the flesh a pliant
mesh of moments I had lived alarmed in arms
to weep or die for, and enter in your womb
of regent peace, earn an errant right to sleep.
© 16 December 2007, I. D. Carswell