Glorious sleep, old friend.
Your sweet aroma fills my troubled mind.
You bring solace and comfort.
You are the true reality because every waking moment is pain and darkness.
I long to drink from your well deeply.
I will put you on like a garment.
One day, I will not have to take you off.
I will fall under your spell not to be awakened.
But for now, I must be content to visit with you for a while.