Fay Slimm

Naked Heart.



Naked Heart.


Come drug of sleep,
drop, heavy cloak of woolly mind that dulls clear thought.

Hold me tightly.

Drowse my downbeat mind,
change to calm the restless weight of reliving the former.

Come chains of stupor,
let mood taste freedom from knowing our love cannot be.

Night swallow me.

Keep me from waking
and may un-distressful nothingness become my activity.

Come thickest gloom
Dissimulate and clothe my naked heart from further light.

Close my tired eyes,
let sight view no more duo\'s demise as sleep holds sway.

Silence take me.