Where do dreams go in deep sleep?
That great silence that robs us
of all worldly worries and certainty;
the pain of insomnia,
the tragedy of a night not spent
suckling at the bosom of the giver of life,
restorer of peace,
temporary destroyer of the world
that steals from the clock.

Sweet birdsong invites us back
to the world of daydreaming and burden
what a shame to spend it suffering
safe knowing that when your head hits the pillow
she will carry you home

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