Sleep, I’ve missed you
Many nights
Waited for you
Restlessly
Conversations
I relive
But they’re not
Reality
Could I just but
Clear my mind
Then perhaps my
Brain would rest
Take me over, sleep
I beg you
Lying peaceful, slum’bring
Blessed
Tag: Sleep
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
To share is human:
Silent Sea
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
To share is human:
Sleep is…
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)
To share is human:
Sleep, My Friend
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
