Today is World Sleep Day, which stresses the importance of rest.
Sometimes, he eludes us, and we call on him.
Because –
Sometimes, he passes, unnoticed.
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Sleep moves, quiet where breath does not rest
Preferring those who lie still.
It shifts through nothingness
Passing through my hair.
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At first it comes, a gift to bless
At first, Time stretches, they live precise
Until their shapes seem slow
And faint lines on soft skin,.
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It seemed Sleep had come to bless
In Time, softened, blurred
As it passed, its darkness cleared
Its edges, etched, now seen.
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Sleepless Souls bear the sight
Eyes still see, move through air
Yearn for Sleep in nothingness
Then Morning comes. They stare.
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It should have passed, through their hair.
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