Sleep

the doves have subsided
the tiger slouched
and the ox now ploughs.
The camel tossed its rider
dying of thirst
and went on its own.
Sleep
the snake dreams of another
poison
the ghoul has devoured
the children of fantasy
and my grandmother
has made a pillow
of the tales we loved.
Sleep
the earth is your palace
and your terrace
is the seventh sky.