Neighbour
Alexander S. Peak


’Twas in the light of day the sorrowful mind weeps
Like a willow unto the grace of the gods
Asleep!
Asleep I am now!
And nevermore shall I dream.
Unto these unholy gods with tears
And thoughts planted deeply,
I come to my escape,
Under this tree,
Under the shadow of Death Himself,
I dreamlessly sleep forever more.


Authored 2006 by Alexander S. Peak