SLEEP

Sleep patted on my back the other day.

I smiled.

Sleep was surprised to find me so calm.

My smile shifted to one corner of my lips.

It disturbed Him.

I looked starkly at His eyes.

This time, Sleep progressed one flight towards maturity.

Sleep had an unfortunate choice of accepting failure.

Death's offspring was defeated hands down.

A gust of wind flapped the concealing veil

     of the black cloak.

The wrinkles around His eyes and lips

     were prominent.

That gave me one more reason

     to smile.

His wrinkled face felt protected once again,

As the veil smoothly came down on His face.

Foams of soft waves kissed our feet.

The red crabs were our only company

     on the lonely sea-shore.