vendredi 3 octobre 2008

163. As I fall asleep

And what will these images become,
startled from oblivion
by my reluctant memory?

Will they hover beneath the surface --
Are they shadows
ghostly wraiths
or plain cobwebs, half-forgotten?

Will they sink in the end?
Down under
where so many others lie
silent, undisturbed,
and yet not so --

Or shall restful sleep enfold them
till the end of my time?

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