…rest. Render red the robust root. Rippy tippy type.
Nosh and nibble, the night is nigh.
Steep the steps lead down to sleep.
Slumber slips in on silky feet,
So subtle soft in day’s retreat,
Sneaks up and snares the hapless heap.
So dreams, they come, as a flowing stream,
And over the ‘scape they run and gleam,
Too fast, almost, to be even seen.
The pillow, I think, it knows my name.
It calls me. Is it near or far?
It’s kept me safe and free from pain,
And never too far from where you are.
Never too far……never too far.
The sun, like slumber, knows how to sneak,
As around the corner it begins to peek.
And through my eyelids my sleep it rends.
The covers, whom I’ve come to know,
Keep me warm though there be snow.
Then envelop me so close, as friends.
The Darkness is so inky black.
It has driven off the sun’s attack.
And sleep, again, allows a dream,
More vivid than the deepest depths.
A knife’s edge, never quite as keen,
Or sharp as a vivid dream can get.
The electronic bells they draw me back.
No homecoming ever quite as sad.
And dreams, not gone a moments age,
No sweetness could they ever lack.
A Day! A breath will I ever take!
A song chimes on the radio.
A piece of toast I will then break
And walk a road, so far to go.
And walk a road…….and walk a road.
Then…… (back to beginning)
