In the hour of midnight,

My eyes are closed,

As my breathing deepens,

Sleep, my dear sleep,

While the world keeps turning,

A train horn blows,

The house creaks and pops

with no explanation,

My clock ticks and tocks,

As I am oblivious to reality

In my cocoon,

The usual pain and worries

Are far away from me now,

At least temporarily,

While I rest my mind and soul,

Muses and angels visit my dreams,

Maybe to remind me

that life is lovely, beautuful,

To restore my heart,

that becomes Tattered by life’s rough edges,

Don’t wake me yet-

I’m not ready to depart

From this ethereal dream

Leave if you must,

But let me sleep.