'sleep was my first love'
and it meant a lot to me
it waited me so patiently
every time I walked out of the lobby

when hundred moons wiggled on my palms
and billion of stars carol to my eyes
Sleep walked with the thin clouds
Touched me, caressed softly my mind

From the nights I made him wait till dawn,
I took him for granted and he lost his patience
He escaped from the night’s wing
And bloomed to sun’s ranching over the continents
O how I miss his kiss when night fall tease
My bed is empty without sleep
Cold nights are broken, silence forsaken my world
Without my first love……….. sleep

Inspired by the poem: SLEEP – Ratnakar Rout

Catrina Heart

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forsaken-33/