IN MY SLUMBER

My Master had long been Sewing a blanket for me It's been darned with words And sentences, and chapters Every stitch He made, Had a heartbeat's length For truly it is a labor of love And the pulchritude of wisdom As the night grew deeper, I yearned to be covered By the warmth of knowledge That only your pages could accord As these are my company In a cold and profound slumber I needn't be hasty Since learning isn't instantaneous

It has to be welcomed By a receptive mind Who takes pride in open pages While stunned by challenges © Sugar Zedna