Dreamer,
Sleep is the cousin of death,
A visit to Neverland.
Fragile eyelids droop
and you're dream-ward bound.
Dreamer,
Look around you
At the world you've created.
Your mind's still sharp
Though your body defeated.
Dreamer,
Send a postcard
From wherever you go.
Though you are not, I am
Afraid and need to know.
Dreamer,
Close your weary eyes
And drift to sleep.
Live's lived, time's up.
At loss of you we weep.
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 7:58 PM UTC
Dreamer,
Sleep is the cousin of death,
A visit to Neverland.
Fragile eyelids droop
and you're dream-ward bound.
Dreamer,
Look around you
At the world you've created.
Your mind's still sharp
Though your body defeated.
Dreamer,
Send a postcard
From wherever you go.
Though you are not, I am
Afraid and need to know.
Dreamer,
Close your weary eyes
And drift to sleep.
Live's lived, time's up.
At loss of you we weep.
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