Oh, mighty life affirming force, giver of peace, of hope. How I long for your presence in the darkness of the witching hours.
You used to creep into my bed at midnight and spoon-hug my soul, and stay ‘til after dawn. I would awake, refreshed by your presence.
On weekends, you stayed longer, gently caressing me beneath the warm, soft folds of the duvet . You left quietly, promising to return soon and often. You rejuvenated me, made me whole.
And now you have forsaken me. How I long for you, your guidance, your gentle, loving touch as I stare at my sleeping babe by streetlight in the hours before the birds sing. Without you, I am incomplete, a shadow of my former self.
Oh mighty Sleep, my muse, dear Lord I pray,
Please come back and visit me one day.
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