-- When They Sleep--
All people are children when they sleep.There's no war in them then.
They open their hands and breathe
in that quiet rhythm heaven has given them.
They pucker their lips like small children
and open their hands halfway,
soldiers and statesmen,
servants and masters.
The stars stand guard
and a haze veils the sky,
a few hours when no one
will do anybody harm.
If only we could speak to one another then
when our hearts are half-open flowers.
Words like golden beeswould drift in.--
God, teach me the language of sleep.
~ Rolf Jacobsen ~
nice poem! I've written a book about a couple where he's an MD and she a soldier and at one point he also finds her sleeping when he comes into the room and he thinks, she just looks like such a cute little baby, but wait until she wakes up...!!!
ReplyDeleteThat sounds interesting Sarah do you have them posted somewhere?
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