Of Sleep

Sleep folded neatly by the unseen hands of dreams

Wintry and reluctant heart feels the cold cryptic night

This ethereal moment seen with earthly eyes and dilemma

Rest contradicts restlessness for sleep feels a celestial sorcery

Slumberous eyes conceive a narrative from tenebrous allure

Sweetness of night is like celestial nectar

Comfort folds of sleep is willing to cradle the unquiet heart

~Amitav