by Gregory N
Sleep, deep, not a peep
a fellow, on a pillow, does lie
awoken, too long, his sleep does prolong
till next dawn at peace, at least.
Away, afar, in a place, a face
a love, long lost, does stir
he speaks, and seeks, to her heart
till again, as a man, can be hers.
In spaces, small memories, surprise
flash, crash, over the mind
indigo, violet, crimson in his head
till the sun wakes him up, aware.