Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: Sleep

Monday, November 10, 2008

Sleep

Sleep calls me to her warm deeps, Her sirens lullaby my weary mind Luring me into her soft embrace. Legions of her acrobatic sheep Beg an accounting in an unkind Temptation to blissful disgrace. Grim duty holds me to my post Productive, wakeful and alert I resist the sweet, seductive call And it's... Sign in to see full entry.

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