Sleep! Oh precious Sleep!
How I long to be with thee.
Sleep, oh precious Sleep,
with you I never disagree.
Sleep, oh precious Sleep,
it’s you that let’s me see,
Sleep, oh precious Sleep,
you are what sets me free!
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Thanks again for the cyberspace – FTS
5 comments
A wondefull poem, one day we all must sleep, it is not a matter of if it is a matter on when.
-claps- once again you amaze me. Thats all i really need is some sleep.
Thank you. Sleep is my best friend 😉
Great poem FTS! A real puzzle. I can’t help but wonder…… are you talking about literal “sleep”? Or are you talking about Hamlet’s “sleep” (death)? Or is it entirely open to interpretation?
Funny how the meaning changes drastically. If we’re just talking about plain sleep, like catchin some zzz’s… then the poem is talking about a refreshing little break. But if we’re talking about the Shakespearean sleep, like getting stabbed with a poisoned dagger… then the poem is talking about a permanent break!
Hmm, I sense some interesting hints in the style of language you chose…
But at the moment I’m so exhausted from a long day on the road, all I can think about is my head hitting the pillow. One way or the other, sleep is indeed freedom…
heh heh… get some (non Shakespearean) sleep Scooby 🙂
I guess it’s up to interpretation. I was kinda talkin’ about both kinds. I was thinking how when I’m asleep, I don’t have those things on my mind that bring me down, and how a permanent sleep would permanantly remove all those things. I’ve always enjoyed a good sleep. If it was only so simple to just go to sleep and not wake up.