Sleeping Child

1.Oh pitiful faintest of smiles seized by the night's weapon 2.In his fattest times he enchants from his dead memory the songs of Babel's lexicon 3.Finds for himself a better niche in the beach where his permeable mind is having it's vac 4.Piling unconcious mental ambiguities in dreams like four decks of cards stacked 1.he refuses to speak the language of the day 2.would rather have his mind live in his dreams and play 3.seeming to so soon forgot the cup of hospitality the day gives to drink 4.And taking sides with the hostile nights that had once gotten him scared to even blink 1.Oh Child Sleep! For you only know so little of the protesting tides ahead 2.Sleep! For its not your couse even for your life to be scared 3.When your mothers fouled the feast of angered fairies in bid to get thee bread at dead night 4.All ur prodigal care is to foul pudden bed in only a brief stretch towards first light