SLEEP, SLEEP Poem, by Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS, at My poetic side

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,

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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SLEEP, SLEEP (Improved Version)

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,

for the morning

is a pale, frozen lie.

If you hear a whisper,

do not look,

just sink,

for the dark is already here.

Author: Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS ( Online)
Published: February 18th, 2026 14:54
Category: Unclassified
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