Slumbering

Those who sleep the world away
Sleep inside the ashen plain
Shall not be of a knowing self
Whom can tell
The small differences in the grain
How the bread one breaks is stale
When there is only grey
How can a harvest be rich
And fruitful
But feel like the guttering fire in one's eye

Those who sleep the world away
Sleep under the sapphire sky
Where there grows but never lives
Or takes breath
Will not understand an absence
How healthy stalks break from inside
And in that which is a windless place
Exist a frail peace without a chance
Or pity
To become a definition of its state

Those who sleep the world away
Steadfast amongst their ageless frame
Never moving as the slumber wilts
Or show its pain
From standing still and stripped to all
The taken qualities leave the frame intact
Broken bones to one's closed lids
Do not distract a blissful rest
Soon drained
Until its colours are dry overcast

Those who sleep the world away
With refuge in a skeleton paradise
Lay to not understand nor be satisfied
By placid air
Hungry dreams grow ill the mind
Out of lost paths driven to wake
That all there is is the same
The sleeper sees with teary gaze
Tortured
A realm for healing has bled away

Those who sleep the world away
In empty fields without dismay
See how change directs the days
And removes
From what was cared will be unkempt
As watchers suffer a blind attempt
When the winds are fallen from favour
No sound to make to let one hear
Loss
Of a false world left to waste

Those who sleep the world away
Sleep for fear of sight and sense
That what a dream resembles
Soon dies
Unless it feeds from tranquil scapes
Forgiving as the master's grace
A desperate flight without the wind
To make a failing mind distract
For around
A silence refills the ash