Dear Heart,
You must be exhausted with all the emotions swelling in our veins,
exhausted with the rough rhythmic running, reaching no end,
so I lift my head from the pillow.
It’s yours for the night.
Don’t bother with the curtain; I will draw it to a close.
Don’t fret over his voice; Silence he will be told.
Heart, Why must you rise and rummage through our memories?
Come now, rest.
Your companion,
Francisco D.H
This is a revsion of "Go to sleep"
I like this whole lot better XD