To Sleep Poem by Victoria Hardy

If I were to sleep now,
Would you hear my heartbeat?
To sleep, to be dead now
But would you hear me?

When the misty morning arrives
Who knows where
Somewhere between the day and night
I'll smell the bluebells of spring

It is too cold outside
Yet angels fly
And hope for a better day
For us to spread love

Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow
But the misty morning
That rises the sun
Only allows the thought of you

So tell me
If I were to sleep now
Would you hear me?
Would you hear my heartbeat?