Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS

SLEEP, SLEEP

SLEEP, SLEEP
 
 
 
Night is coming,
even though it’s day.
I carry the night,
I come into your dreams.
 
Close your eyes,
you are tired,
so very tired.
 
Do not be afraid,
I will take you with me.
Do not wake again,
you will feel no cold.
 
Come, my children,
come, little ones,
just for a moment.
 
My cold hands,
my cold breath,
everything is cold.
 
I will carry you away,
sleep,
sleep,
 
for the morning
is cold, so cold.
 
If you hear a sound,
close your eyes
and sleep,
for the night is coming.
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V2
 
SLEEP, SLEEP
 
Night is bleeding in,
though the sun still shines.
I am the shadow you carry,
the ghost in your dreams.
 
Close your eyes now;
you are weary,
so heavy with sleep.
 
Do not tremble,
for I am your escape.
Forget the waking world;
you’ll feel no winter here.
 
Gather round, my children,
hush, little ones,
it only takes a moment.
 
My hands are ice,
my breath is mist,
everything is bone and glass.
 
I will carry you deep,
sleep,
sleep,
 
for the morning
is a pale, frozen lie.
 
If you hear a whisper,
do not look,
just sink,
for the dark is already here.