schlafes bruder

[nibbed]

Hi vagabond,
Just two places where I stumbled.


schlafes bruder                                                                      I had to look this up, because I am very simple and not so cosmopolitan               
                                                                                             but perhaps many readers/intellectuals/poetry lovers are in the loop

my lids turn heavy, tired times,
pale midnight calls me with low chimes,
she guides me with seducing notes,
and in the fog, an ancient boat.
the ferryman leans at the railing
asks if i ever have gone sailing.
i shake my head, he pities me.
“close your lids” says he “and see”.
the ocean was behind my eyes,
if only i were deaf and blind.

but whispers mumble through the sea:
“with me no force has hold on thee,
no vow required to earn my trust
and not a thing here is unjust.
things cruel I will all strip of meaning
just ask and you can find reprieve.
my place is warm, you´ll never chill
no doubts shall ever chain your will
here you can fly with broken wings
and play love´s song on ruptured strings.
it´s all you need, untie the lace,
the last residual restraint”                                 -the meter is cheating here, somehow, it properly appears and sometimes disappears with each read,
                                                                        may need repair or reworking
a gasp for breath, confused, awake,
sheets gone, the fallacy decloaked.
no anwers in this foggy sea,
it only would erase the queries.                        -one beat too many



This poem had a good feeling about it and felt safe, but then
also suspect as I felt a sirens call, I guess or something of the sort,
perhaps an Illiad feel? All the same, it was a blessing.


-nibbed