An Ode to Sleep

At the end of a day in which i work

I ache and burn, from toe to eye

My body is a shaking tower 

That will soon from from the sky.

As the sun sets in the far east

With a gaze of pink and orange and red

My mind soon will be in a feast

Of dreams and hopes, and books i have not yet read

The ancient old friend of everyone who’s been

They long too meet him at a day’s end.

When they lie their head down, they don’t say a peep.

With soft sheets and pillows touching their skin

No worries enter the minds, as dreams start to blend

How I love thee, oh sweet and joyous sleep.

My Ode is similar to Keats because we both use imagery in the beginning of our ode, they both use a reference to ancient things (mine says “the ancient old friend” while Keats uses ancient Greek mythology), and they both are honoring something that is beautiful and pleasing. They are different because my ode is honoring something that is abstract while Keats uses an Grecian Urn which is concrete. They are also different because Keats uses metaphors of brides, children, and a Sylvan Historian while my ode uses metaphors of feasts and towers. My imagery in this ode is using colors of the sunset, soft pillows and sheets, shaking body, and the sun setting in the east. My metaphors were a shaking tower, minds being in a feast, and an old ancient friend.