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SLUMBER

Slumber, 
that happening at night,
take hold the sheets, 
pull over me,
capture my dreams, 
breathe my breath 
in gentle streams of heart beats. 

The witching hour is nigh,
no stars, 
no flares of light,
opaque the purple sky,
as if the dawn were swallowed up for good,
would never show its face again,
becoming black oblivion. 

As I, one human being being, 
soon shall die. 

Silent trees let out a sigh,
sink senses 
tuned to other elements, 
rise up
the spirit's sentiments,
enfold my bed, 
lift up my head to see, 
one last glimpse 
into eternity. 

Style / type: 
Free verse
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Comments

I loved the theme to this one, though I struggled with a few places these are:-
breath my breath (breathe my breath?)
fade into black oblivion. (fading into black oblivion
As I, one human being, being, (As I, one human being,)
soon shall die. ( That soon shall die.)
Hope these things are OK to your thinking,
Yours as always Ian

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Nothing changes, your words and poetry have remained constantly beautiful - Sorry I haven't been around much! I look forward to reading more of your poetry.

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