At your feet

I will sleep at your feet today
Sleep to never get up
Never wake up to watch you leave

In the quenching
Of this thirst
Which has burned my heart
All this while
Deep into this quenching
I fall forever

As I sleep
I will never get up to hear
The gentle flowing of a stream
never to hear the chirping
Of birds maddened by the vastness of the skies
And the moon drowning
In its own wine!

I will sleep so long at your feet
That the stream will flow through me
The maddened birds
 perch on me
The moonlight reflecting on me
As it reflects from the desert sand.

Today I give up and sleep at your feet