“While We’re Still Sleeping”

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Written by Aya Telmissany

“Her children are crawling on our bed…”

“While We’re Still Sleeping”

While we’re still sleeping
The sun is giving birth
Behind the curtain
Her children are peeking
Burning their way
As shafts of sunlight
Across our crimson rug
While we’re still sleeping
The sun is giving birth

Her children are crawling on our bed
And reading the dog-eared page
Of the book on our night stand
They are coloring our cold
and barren walls with the crystals
Of the chandelier hanging from the ceiling
While we’re still sleeping
They’re feasting on the faded lights
We left on last night

When we weren’t sleeping

While we’re still sleeping
The children of the sun
Are growing and multiplying

While we’re still sleeping
The children of the sun
Are growing and slowly dying

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