Prelude to Sleep

msquared's picture

[This poem was inspired by Imogen Heap's "Hide and Seek." It's about the end of humanity, but really it's much more positive than it sounds. You'll understand.]

this is it,
this is why,
this is us:
the fading of
a brilliant day.
even the proudest sun
must slow to dusk.
smiles are closing,
thoughts are holding,
ships are sinking
because we want them to.

our voices cried
for as long as we dared,
for as long as time
allowed us to be;
now we are learning
the beauty of the echo.
when rain stops falling,
the puddles sit,
then dry.

can we live
through words
that don’t make sounds,
but sights?
can we see
through portraits
whose only homes
are in the canvas?
can we believe
in gods
whose footprints
recede with the hours?

can we dream
in our deepest sleep?

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the ghost's picture

hey dude

So glad your posting some poems again,and as usual I got nothing but praise for this!!

No one can make you feel inferior without your consent-Eleanor Roosevelt

5thstory's picture

It's great, bravo! You have

It's great, bravo! You have made an excellent poem again, that is pure genius!

" . . . The sun does not shine upon this fair earth to meet frowning eyes, depend upon it." Charles Dickens