When you think about
All the sheep you wasted
counting on your pillow
Remember, you'll find them
later, lining your slippers.
And keeping them warm.
For the cold, Outside.

And if the stars still
fall away from your
grasp, step out into
the night, and touch
your face to the moon.
maybe then the universe
will take pity,
and grant you rest.

If still no,
lay awake, my love
find my forehead,
listen to the
waves in my
heart and I will
take the hours for
you.