FredPeyer

Sleeping Shadows

Sleeping shadows across latitudes

Where children laugh in the solitude

Of freshly harvested poppy fields

Where milk starved cows

Pose naked for farmer’s calendars

 

Oil lamps hanging in glassless frames

Masquerading as cultural artifacts

While the shadows keep sleeping

Holding soulless imitations of man

Imprisoned in medieval fortresses

 

With married crocodiles dancing trancelike

Inside moats filled with liquid expectations

The moon wandering on stilts

Over neglected hopelessness

Avoiding the sleeping shadows

 

Owls flying with books of wisdom

Without plan or destination

While church bells hang dejectedly

From gallows smelling of death

Until the shadows awaken