Sleep

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Sleep, the celandine will hold you,

the stars will light your roof,

day-warmed air enfold you,

from night chills dreams will proof.

Rest to sounds of creatures

spawning with the dark,

wake to birds joy-filled chatter

and morning lights subtle mark.

Sleep, honeysuckle will engulf you,

the satin moon blanket your bed,

purple heathers scent your pillow,

and, glistening grass around your head

tremble, with the touch of breezes

wiping cares from your furrowed brow.

Whilst mottled owls sing their lullaby 

all troubles to disavow.

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