Week 49 - Sleep
John William Waterhouse, Sleep and His Half Brother Death 1874Hypnos, Greek god of sleep, and his brother, Thanatos, god of death, as painted
by John William Waterhouse (1849-1917). Hypnos was the father of Morpheus
Our final refuge,
Laid to rest, marked with stone.
The ultimate sleep.
Days end exhausted,
All energy expended.
Slumber recharges.
Eyes close
Heavy with fatigue.
Dreams.
Cuddle, spoon, sleep.
Warmth shared together
Body, spirit ...one
Labels: One deep breath, Sleep, wk49
posted by rel at 7:45 PM
9 Comments:
Aha...sleep...one of my favourite pastimes! ;)
Now if only I could subdue my thoughts I could partake in much needed slumber! Wonderful poem.
The ultimate. Makes it sound comforting.
Now I'm ready for a nap.
Such simple words but put together like you did, mean so very much!! Love it Rel! xox
zzzzzzzzzzz....lol. When I think of cuddling and warmth I feel hot....I have to have cold when I sleep....you could hang a side of beef in my bedroom its so cold...winter and summer. You cal almost see your breath when you breath!
These were all wonderful especially the cuddle one :) I learned a little in the read and that's always a good thing. XXOO
These are terrific and diverse haiku - and a timely a reminder that I never seem to get enough sleep these days.
Did you do this on purpose....
This post is under five reason to get out of bed? I'd get out of bed too if this guy was sleeping next to me!
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