Sleep, O' Friend Where Are You Poem by Samuel Richard Leonard

Sleep now creeps upon my wake;
pressing me until I surely break.
Why do you evade me when I call?
Why in my wake do you press me to fall?

I want to rest through the black of night,
not jolt and shake in another weary fight.
Bring unto me the ease of peace,
release my mind and give back my dreams.

I refuse to grovel even one day more;
what is life to live if each breath is a chore?
I will lay on lilac clouds when the sun departs,
and into sleep drift away beneath light of the stars.