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Daylight, bring me rest.
The dark of Night is too cold
And empty,
For the embrace of sleep.
Oh, Lay me on the rich emerald lawn,
And weave a blanket of warmth
From the sun's golden rays.
Soothe the chill of evening from my flesh,
And smooth away the shadows.
Wipe the tears from my cheeks,
And ease the shaking of night terrors
From my aching bones.
Leave slumber until the first lights of Dawn
Creep over the horizon,
And bathe the gloom in a brilliant blaze.
Morning finds me,
And I fall,
Over the brink,
Into respite.
Give me no shade for this, my weary head,
Give me the scorching light of sun, instead.
The dark of Night is too cold
And empty,
For the embrace of sleep.
Oh, Lay me on the rich emerald lawn,
And weave a blanket of warmth
From the sun's golden rays.
Soothe the chill of evening from my flesh,
And smooth away the shadows.
Wipe the tears from my cheeks,
And ease the shaking of night terrors
From my aching bones.
Leave slumber until the first lights of Dawn
Creep over the horizon,
And bathe the gloom in a brilliant blaze.
Morning finds me,
And I fall,
Over the brink,
Into respite.
Give me no shade for this, my weary head,
Give me the scorching light of sun, instead.
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... I can't seem to get to sleep these days until the first light of morning creeps through my window.
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Very nice. Someone has to be the basis of those creatures that must slumber during day's reign (their lover sadly cannot bear it), why not you and folks like I who seem to be night owls for whichever reason? Well written poetry, this.
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