Sleep, come
With thy somber entourage of shadows.
Lull me gently, kiss me true
I wish to never wake
Nor escape thy hands, so cruel,
For what is life
If not a sleepwalker’s dream,
That stillness usurps
With moments of clarity.
Man hath been blessed,
Yet, denying sleep
Man labors, toils for promised reward;
That when he’s through
His are the Night’s stars.
But lo, man, thy vigor withers
And thy strength decays.
Upon thy altar of life
Flowers bloom, but do not stay.
Life is fleeting, a promised lie
And sleep’s truth most cruel
Yet a truth we must upkeep.
So lull the world
Into slumber deep,
So that we may,
At behest of God,
Remain true and virgin
As we part.