Sleep

No sound
as in midnight...
the wind
trembles
while
profusely
dying
a silent
urge to rest.

No feeling
to animate
a carousel
of wing-like blow
from beneath
a stigma
of unknown
consolation

Indeed
silence prevailed
a moment
when everyone
is exhausted
by the day
of metamorphosis.

Wait till
silence
influence
the bubbling
switch anew.