Hands of sleep
pick me up
and deliver me to
the unconscious.
Cradling gently
as a mother,
rock me slowly
to crazy, feral dreams.
Sing me to sleep
with hushed lullabies
warming me slow to
the harvest moon.
Sara Reimann
Hands of sleep
pick me up
and deliver me to
the unconscious.
Cradling gently
as a mother,
rock me slowly
to crazy, feral dreams.
Sing me to sleep
with hushed lullabies
warming me slow to
the harvest moon.
Sara Reimann
Filed under Fall 2013, Poetry, Student Work