Wednesday, January 04, 2017

INNOCENT SLEEP



Innocent Sleep

My grandson sleeps; a fitful, feverish state with crimson cheeks;
Beyond the place where twilight’s found; where Lethe’s course is wound:
Pure innocence, the danger seeps; adrift on a raft of cotton sheets.

In his field of dreams I sponge his back, and await his febrile course to tack;
While far-away Aleppo comes awake; barrel bombs and gas the children break:
Pure innocence, the danger reaps; laid out on a raft of cotton sheets.



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