Oh sleep, wherefore art thou?
Thou succor of the night
The wine which men drink
As you pour yourself out after twilight.
Why am I forsaken
That this cup pass me by
Even tonight, to stay my weary heart
And allow me escape into a utopia of never ending happiness and love?
Oh sleep for my heart
rain down and soak me wet
in your ever relaxing and soothing nectar.
©vicwise
V