Sleep
Sleep, slowly sinking down;
Soon I am soundly sleeping,
Dreaming delightful dreams.
Too soon morning comes:
Another day, too many troubles
(Each has enough of its own).
How I want to escape to my dreams:
Visions, plans, stories of the night,
In which impossible becomes real—
For they are very real.
They give way to the world around me:
Do this, go there, say that, be here, without rest.
Would that it strengthened like the dreams.
Ah, but sleep is so mysterious
So active, yet refreshing,
So quiet and so loud.
How does it come?
Slowly, yet suddenly;
It is such a different realm!
After a long day
I welcome its coming
And hate to rise.
Yet
I fear I may not awaken.
But this fear makes me less afraid—
Perhaps death is like sleep:
A peaceful rest after a long day,
A new reality replacing the daily troubles—
Knowing that I will awaken to something greater than sleep.
Retreat
Perchance to Dream
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