Peaceful slumber might it be
Without a dream do I see
No need for memories now
Or ghostly thoughts to take a bow
No thought of true endings
Or of attitudes unbending
For sleep leaves one alone
Without a friend found or known
So adventurous I am
Where it may not go to plan
Whether or not may it be
Lost to me now so easily.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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