Sleepiness Poem by Peter Tallis

Eyes that lay heavy crying for wanted sleep, to rejuvenate weary mind.
Is it not wrong to wish that early eve will soon become latered night.
Is time not as precious as tender rose, so fragile in all its threatening glory.
Should the brief seconds that form long drawn out minutes not be pampered as if they were new born children gasping to live.
Is it not wrong that weary mind wants for rest when so much of worlds glory is still to be held and explored like virgin snow upon a frozen field.
How warm snows blanket looks on reddened cheeks of small children playing, as though it is warming them through touching finger tips and suggestions of warmth through breathes hot mist.
O' how comforting snows duvet esque composite would feel, were it wrapped around mine tired shoulders as head comes to rest on small puffed bushes white covered pillow.
How heavy eyes forced to stay open like over worked slaves, pushing and fighting through til end of day. Longing for days end and nights commence.