Ah Sleep, to drift upon a river of feathers,
Way beyond the snowy clouds and Earthly tethers,
Where fairies fly and elves dance in the dark forest,
We see with ivory starlight on our noble quest,
As we walk this tiresome road of endless woes,
Take heart that in our sleep is a world of rainbows,
So how much more than our sleep is eternal death,
An overture of respite from this world of tortured breath.
So when the dark clouds gather and the Sun goes down,
Leave this troubled world with a smile not a frown.
- Author: David Wakeling ( Offline)
- Published: February 25th, 2024 16:15
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
Beautiful work. I love sleep.
Don't we all.Thanks for commenting
Wonderful words David and I go into that world every night.
Andy
A great place to go. Thanks for commenting.
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