Poetry is Patient

Oh lion!
Oh ram!
Rumpelstiltskin I am not
I will not sleep any longer!

She will watch with dew-lit eyes and a sullen smile
Her cheeks glow with soft accents and a tear descends down
All she wears are her cares

She is me, and I am she
I swear I’ve become
The skin of the sun

Time sealed her away,
Yet she is dwelling still,
Like one who sleeps in timelessness,
At the bottom of the cosmic sea
She is the root of absolute ruin
When the sun breaks in its youthful,
Strong ascent, balances,
And begins the mighty plunge to death

Oh lion!
Oh ram!
Rumpelstiltskin I am not
I will not sleep any longer!

Time is split into days and nights
I measure time
By the way the willow sways
And when the music plays
It’s time to relax
Reading a book my eyes collapse

Oh lion!
Oh ram!
Rumpelstiltskin I am not
I will not sleep any longer!