Sleep

To watch someone sleep so sweetly

If only sleep would carry me

These days I can’t find sleep, not even in my dreams, it eludes me

I go to bed and watch the ceiling, hoping or would lift me

I have to pray myself to crying, in praying in crying

The stronger I pray, the weaker I become

I’m praying my crying self to sleep

And eventually, sleep comes softly

If only love would come as softly…

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