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Ode to Sleep
By JH Sayyar
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Sleep; a soft gift of God for earthly being,
Heaven’s daughter spreads wings to heal woo,
Of sad days; are swiftly, swiftly fleeing,
Sun comes and writes our bill and coo.
Sleep; sensuous like sparrow and remain,
In the world of deceit, just lying; not sleep,
Posing like a sleeper, soul leaves body but futile,
To color the images, images in images in creep;
Nothing come out of images, dreams are in vain.
Dreams print no copy of being, except cheat brain,
Wisdom cries, heart weeps, none to each other loyal.
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When images heap images compel men to lay,
In a valley of dream, where no woe but pleasure,
Where images walk all day, no obstacle on the way
Senses stupefy drinking false image wine in leisure.
Right or left sleep means; sleeping upsides down,
Burns wisdom; makes erotic images on the screen,
Of mind, ah. all false images make men ill,
Body, not soul and snatches the crown of queen,
Shatter body, tears’ dress, wit; the royal crown,
When a virgin lays on bed wearing a night gown,
The roof watches her hips and face with a poor will.
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Sleep; you do not sleep; the false images sleep.
Be not proud of sleeping men; day and night,
What images sow in day, in night they reap,
But green images ripen in dream their sleep flight.
Sensuous images mar wisdom, sleepy eyes make,
Pale thoughts, courage fails, senses loose; wit dull,
Erotic emotions prevail all night in soul
Faces wither, mind sensitive and image a skull,
No flesh, no freshness; the images are fake.
Its result; soul illness; none can cure Life Lake,
False images shatter soul shatters; our future goal.
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