Sleep slips away, silenced susurration.
Only hush, a fading murmuration
A muddle of sheets, a huddled frustration
Eluded by rest, desperate to dream
I plead with my pillow, I bargain and scheme
To meander again among the unseen
Sleep is my solace, my ease, and my light
My will o’ the wisp, my fairy-lit sprite
It awakens the dead, restores you to sight.
You linger beside, beneath, and behind
A glimmer, a shimmer, a notion of mind
I need not dream, our souls have entwined
(I went off the prompt)
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