SLEEP

 Crushing weight upon our brows
it draws us ever down
into an embrace of comfort
and whispers so profound

We fight its touch with potions
with hopes and promise
but ever down it brings us

with events and scenes
arts and endeavors
we fight its desperate grasp

but alas
all we do
is but not

For sleep comes for all

Mostly short
and most do wake

but most must fear
a sleep too long
untouched by time

and though my sleep
comes far too soon

May yours be bright
full of dreams
and ever shorten at the dawn