Come sweet sleep, awareness take;
Let heavy eyelids close their gates.
Let all my cares be put to bed —
Tomorrow they’ll be there instead.
Snores and sighs and murmurings;
Tossings, turnings, vivid dreams —
Let the shade of sleep be drawn
Until another day’s new dawn.
Where goes my soul when I do dream?
Unconscious in a sense I seem,
Yet living in another land
Of fantasies and fleeting scenes.
While in it’s slumber, mind does mend
The conflicts that my heart do rend,
And somehow then when I awake
A fresh perspective do I take.
clarakatalin 
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