gravity of thought,
fluff of exhaustion,
snuff of seduction,
like breathing is the awe
a softly slipping whisper
grieving, yet mending,
soothing waves, capriciously calmed.
pain, still pending,
over doom impending,
suffering lulled, and death embalmed.
so sleep sweet, oh, lover of dreams,
your cove of desire isn’t far tonight…
sleep without the dread of the day,
it is still hours to the light…