Every night my pillow’s being wet.
Do you mind me sleeping by your side?
But you sleep and you can never help –
I know you won’t hear if I die.
And your hands will never hold me tight
Because there is nothing left to hold.
You could have used your awesome artful might,
But you sleep, despite my hands are cold.
None of us can live without sleep,
None of us got used to be awake.
You are flying, swimming in the deep,
You can win a dragon or a snake.
But when morning comes and sweeps the sleep
You will see the thing that’s left from me –
Cold hands, closed eyes and pale chin.
Know – you could have stopped me from the sin.
15-16.12.2005
Overslept
© Copyright: Ольга Ингуз, 2006
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