A simple spectre wrecks the calm.
O' Sleep, his absence bids the morn.
His dreams he seems to scatter far,
yet leaves my bedroom door ajar.
Although I grip, he slips my palm,
and so I greet the ruthless dawn.
O' Sleep, I'll leap at where you are,
because I've counted every star.
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 1:18 PM UTC
A simple spectre wrecks the calm.
O' Sleep, his absence bids the morn.
His dreams he seems to scatter far,
yet leaves my bedroom door ajar.
Although I grip, he slips my palm,
and so I greet the ruthless dawn.
O' Sleep, I'll leap at where you are,
because I've counted every star.
