Sing me to Sleep
Sing me to sleep Oh still gentle serenade A subtle breezy lullaby will do To pull down heavy black drapes over these beleaguered eyeballs these liquid lenses long seen all All the sorry earth let grow Sing me a song to take me away Far from this unreal reality to a land where we walk on clouds and trees grow old in the skies where the wind is happy where the moon is proud at noonday Where be grey Morpheus? To sing me a silver lullaby and ferry me to where angels sleep for mine eyes tire of salt and the clock ticks in vain if this here be wakefulness then I yearn to sleep and dream © Henry Akuete 2019
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