Sleep, I’ve Missed You

Sleep, I’ve missed you
Many nights
Waited for you

I relive
But they’re not

Could I just but
Clear my mind
Then perhaps my
Brain would rest

Take me over, sleep
I beg you
Lying peaceful, slum’bring

from the threshing floor – 6

i long for sleep,
that fickle former lover,
who used to welcome me
as a bequeath

but now avoids me,
or if, under cover,
it is some other set
she’s underneath.

and so i drive,
in body and in spirit,
across whatever
roads, however far,

and leave a tune there
for whom haps to hear it,
that might just bring some sleep
to where

they are

Silent Sea

It’s good to do what one does well…

It’s good to do what one does well
And so I go to sleep;
Then faster than the time to tell,
I’ll be in slumber deep

I’ll dream about the good new days
That haven’t come to be;
And sail a boat of silver hue
Across the silent sea

Sleep is…

Insomnia is not cool.

Sleep is the ultimate denial
Afforded me these days;
A sort of fated daily trial
I fail so many ways

And I would give up trying, but
My body craves, you see,
Some rest and ease to last, somewhat:
But it’s just not
To be

(Note: the photograph is not that of the author – Owen)

Sleep, My Friend

And so at last…

And so at last, the night has brought its food –
An offering of stars upon a plate;
The moon is watching, and might think it rude
If you should choose not to participate

So sleep, my friend, let clouds and pillows mix;
Let tired mind and muscle have their ease –
It’s time for dreams to do their magic tricks;
To lift you out, upon the scented breeze

Remember not the troubles of the day
And sleep, my friend, just sleep the night away