|Night and Her Children, Sleep and Death 1794|
Ah, she comes for you, be not afraid.
Bathe in her body, ride on her stars.
Let the night take you;
swallow you up in the warmth of her chill.
Kerry at Real Toads has us writing micro poetry under the theme of Death and Night. Cheers Kerry!
I really should be in bed right now having worked through the night, but words kept whizzing around my head and became more important than sleep. And above they are. But I shall go to bed soon after visiting (a few) others – but will visit all across the next few days. Zzzzzzzzzzzzz
Also shared with the good folk at Poets United.
Image: Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
Artist: Asmus Jacob Carstens (1754 – 1798)