S L E E P

Its pretty good to be back here on Steemit. I'm super excited to have come through again after I have stayed away from the platform for many months now.

Glad to be back, I have recently graduated from a high institution, school and academics kept me away. @peterwrites is back and good to be here. Good Day All!!!

This is strictly poetry that explores the love; finding comfort, peace and tranquility for a young lady who had searched through and finally finds one. #SLEEP

S L E E P
by Peter Iyamah

I didn't know the pretty meaning of sleep,
Until, I found myself in his arms.
It was a home I couldn't find at home;
As though the eve's garden
With zigzag-lighted, ruddy-shining as the heaven's star.

Like the bird returning to Their nest;
It was my favorite place to Be,
Where my logged head;
Could find rest.

Over his heart,
I could feel the steady rise And fall of his chest,
In Repeating order
There fell an unwonted peace and comfort.

Between sleep and wake
I could hear the steady beat of his heart.
I could also see light is his heart,
That link with chains of gold
Each contours tinted red.

His heart plays song like a Broken music box,
Every beats could mingle
Into a beautiful sound
That means a lot to me!

It was my favorite place like a palace,
Where the revelation of the star strewn deepen.
Earth Upon Earth,
Heaven Upon Heaven,
And World over the World.

Mine was faith in love's power,
Mediating like a valour in a gray old tower;
Rest found me unaware,
Feeling comforted and stilled
In his chest, my life's storm ceased.
Sleep!!!

@peterwrites

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