Deep slumber

Hope lies dressed as night where mother of dreams draws heavy covers over tired eyes

Cuddled in the lap of darkness I hear sirens of sleep sing soft lullabies

Warmed in a blanket of mended memories, so familiar it calls me home

A soothing stroke of a loose thread unravels visions of dread, too far did I roam

Time in sheets of wax, melts and stretches, a year fits in a single breath

I walk streets of sepia sketches, nature's laws have no power as I resurrect from death

Shadows loom in a dark room places familiar that I have never been

In the smoke of a dream, a fog it would seem to awaken before it did begin

Reviews

[RomaJ]

Soren, this is beautiful. “Mother of dreams draws heavy covers over tired eyes”.. I keep coming back to that line. You make sleep feel alive, a journey through familiar yet mysterious spaces. “Time in sheets of wax” is such a vivid image, bending reality like dreams do. Your words carry a quiet magic, making wandering through sleep feel sacred.
..Roma

[Soren]

Thank you so much Roma you are most generous in you words of encouragement. I appreciate your support deeply

[RomaJ]

You're welcome, my friend.

[Betty Hermelee]

Hi Soren
Dreams are not all fairytales as you show us in this very interesting one…..roaming to a place of dread…. resurrecting from death, haunting shadows, a dark room….yet there is also hope…”warmed in a blanket of mended memories”….. great line….a thin line between deep slumber and and an awakening fog….lovely
Warmly, B🌒

[Soren]

Thank you so much Betty for the review. Yes dreams and sleep are a no man's land for me where reality blends with fantasy and it is difficult to discern the difference. A place where time has no meaning and there is no beginning as if one is born into it already a person of age with a familiar history that one can not quite identify.

[Betty Hermelee]

Always a pleasure to read your work!!!!
Warmly, B

[Jansy]

You capture the liminal space between rest and resurrection so well. The imagery of “mended memories” and “time in sheets of wax” gives the poem its softness and surreal gravity - sleep as both healer and keeper of ghosts.
Well done, my friend
James☆

[Soren]

Thank you so much James for the review and understanding interpretation. There is nothing like a dream to give ideas of a previous but forgotten existence where bits a pieces are remembered with no context.