Released and sent adrift
Sweeps into the rift
An age old ploy
Assigning sheep a number
Softened with joy
In readiness of slumber
Let rhythm follow
Of images known
Coalesced in tangled streams
Trust in Apollo
The guidance shown
Winged to the gateway of dreams
A Patient lover
God’s grace captured
Vigilant however painful
A Watchful mother
At the face of her own angel
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4 thoughts on “The Sleep of Angels”
Very nice. I remember watching my son sleep when he was a baby.
Thanks. My son was sleeping on my chest as I wrote this poem.
Nice alliteration..babies breath, cotton clouds
Thank you. Feels like some words just want to be together.