I was tired when I wrote this. 'Nuff said.
Slumber Sweet
Drifting, dreaming, fading away;
A mind that leaves behind the day
Is wafting up while body slumbers
To where time has not its numbers.
High in lofty dreams the mind
Does gleefully its play unwind,
As the body, in sweet repose,
No sign of disturbance shows.
Yet still, in such a restful place,
The mind must sometimes dark things face.
But after turmoil does ensue
Peacefulness the more rings true.
Blessings on your golden sleep,
May’t be always lush and deep.
The Owner, Heirron
Sunday, March 1, 2009
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6 comments:
lol I especially like the last line. :)
lol Thanks. Yeah, it makes me think of a dense forest or something. But yeah, that's exactly what my sleep was like last night, though it was rudely interrupted by my alarm clock this morning. :(
TO, Heirron
I hate alarm clocks.
I do too. Life would be so much better without them, especially since nothing would start until like, noon. lol
lol! . . . I'm not sure that would really be a good thing. . .
But we can always pretend. Mmmmm, sleep on a regular basis. . . .yum |-)
TO, Heirron
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