I speak to thee, and thee is her; and she is thee,
And to whom I refer.
Could she be as much into me as
I am into her?

And if so, then this plea from me
With woeful tear, will not
Go too long unanswered here,

For her silence hurts
But is rare.

So far away!      Yet so near!

But I wish you were
Nearer, Dear!

Because each dominion
On such occasion
Must unwind, so as to be
Reborn in the morning shine,

Returning as glorious and as
Fresh as the new day sky;

And thereupon shouldst carry on
Without imperfect moan
Or sigh.

I plead with thee to manumit
Your tightened clasp that
Binds.

Rest your weary head a bit
On mine;
And ease into pleasant
Reveries.

After all, the dusk has come
To give rest to thee;

And I am yours
And yours am I

            -I am Restlful Sleep.