Sleep

I am so tired
Physically
But that's about all
that's left of me,
except for my heart;
Its still beating wild
and fast and distracted,
like the eyes of a child
Perhaps the exhaustion
is sent to slow down
the flying thoughts
and bring me around-
Back to the constant
thrum of being.
Down to the softness;
calm the seething
Of the fire and the flames
inside the heart.
Burning up names
like the ancient dragon's art.
Folding my wings
I am ready to fly
Death comes slowly
With peace, and a sigh.

Priyanka Rao
12th March '09