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Sleep will not come for me tonight The dew drops await the morning sun Unlike me, who wishes for sleep Dawn is stalking me like predator I'm it's sheep So while I await my eyes to fall upon sleep I sit at my desk and write to you Listen to your soft sounds of sleep I'm grateful For although the morning will come with it's harsh light I will draw the curtain closed and wish for the fortnight to cradle me in a warm sleepy kiss. For tomorrow is another day And another chance to rest my consciousness. For me to drift off to another land or will I wait again on watching the dark turn to day Pillow call to me to rest my head and finally dream a lullaby soft enough to let me sleep my wary head.
