The Unwaking Sleep

a deep arcing spirit, forgetting of sleep; there's no need to fear it, these secrets I keep. I keep growing silence like wings in the dark, anticipate violence in each burning spark. we all love to say how we'll never forget the shrinking of days on this long endless trip. the body grows old like a child grows to size; but limbs going backward- and stars leave the eyes. reversing the birth, we go down in the grave; forget all the mirth, we know no one was saved. we're all living, dying like ghosts on the wane, wear flesh for a short while, let happiness reign. then return to the dust we shook off our feet, and leave- for we must- for that unwaking sleep.