Rewind to when good days began in June
For sleep renews a will once's washed away
From boring days spent in a darkened room
The rest assuage the thrum of the mundane.
To float away to lands of make believe
Encapsulate my darkened silhouette
Blankets of stars that night drags down at eve
Galactic highway dreams of space cadets
The gentle mist persuades my head to fall
Delirious exhaustion gives its kiss
For when I hear sleeps soft comforting call
Those restful sighs begin to 'scape my lips
So when tonight I lay me down to sleep
No need to pray the lord my soul to keep.
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryA description can say a lot, and it can say a little; so can a poem. Guess you'll just have to find out what it's gonna say.
