Weary do the shields of my eyes achieve a state of such
Toil is the day's reception to my work of much
Night ascends to the mind as the sun begins its rest
More the wake does more the shadow be addressed
Cold I become and want for the warm does it to me infect
Life is an angel under the cover but outward it is a defect
Need do I escape from the hardship of the daily chore
As I make full of a wish to reproach my tire in this lore


The bed is a place of night salvation that I lovingly caress
The demon of cold is it a safe abode from that I eternally bless
My head shall it slumber upon the clouds of comfort
Such a ritual relieves me from a duty of holding alert
Stress will vanish as mist in the humid of the summer
Machine of function will it deactivate for the dream's mummer
The feet retire to soft from standing on the surface of hard
To ease is to embrace a gift from the Creator of the Yard


The mission is to allow human nature to take the nightly course
Do not disturb this easy task for it I will reciprocate with hoarse
Cannot I stay functional for all's time and grant you the satisfy
As the sun cannot be stilled for eternal light and other gratify
Hear I must for the lullaby of none to soft to give me the advance
True be the rising moon and false be the blinding sun in my stance
A theatre casting me the role of the corpse for the night's occupation
It is a transition from the hell of wake to the heaven of hibernation


Home is not material but the heart's settlement of love
Freedom I have liberated myself to from work's shove
Awakening is a prison sentence and unconscious is the escape
Morning do I wish to remain in this world under the drape
Unfortunate is the force of nature to allow the night to sail
Arrival is the day's light of blind and the cold's powerful hail
This transition is a paragon of survival tests for all human
Two paths are the endurance of ****** wake or forever numen