Give my sleep its shifting stupor
as tired eyes now dark delight.
I wish the world goodbye forever
or more at least til morning light.

Bed of dreaming, bed of slumber,
mold me in your folds of white.
And hold me as we lay together
far and falling from all sight.

Slay me torpor, sink me under
leave my bones bereft of fight.
I'm beaten as if by some number
greater than Jehovah's might.

Show consciousness my parting shoulder
as walk I do into the night.
Blinded by the thought that never
ought I know a thought so right.