Bedtime
By h2whoa
You look so very weary now, My dear. The effort of not being asleep Has worn you down And washed you up, My dear. Have you been walking an untrodden route, My dear? Each step forward taken as a step blind Knowing only that You know nothing of the path, My dear. Or perhaps a path you know too well, My dear. Is it that you know the journey's end But are unable to step back, Unwilling to go forth, My dear? Come rest, your travel is over for now, My dear. Come lie by me and it will be right Like you I wait for the dark And a dreamless sleep to hide me from My fear. © on Oct 30 2001 12:52 AM PST 18 • 1
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"You look so very weary now,..."