My inner mind is troubled
on many a restless night.
Deep is the root of curiosity,
ever a lingering musing.
Rest, I beg you, rest well,
for sleep evades me still.

As I lie within the darkness,
a waking restfullness enfolds me.
Thoughts turn to fragments,
as I wearily drift deeper.
The last thing I remember,
as I enter deeper slumber,
is the stillness of the silence
whispering to me *good night...