Inspire as much as they distract.
12 degrees Fahrenheit
A sapping chill in the stale air.
Lack of sleep
In tandem with vitamin deficiencies.
Enamored with the beautiful and the cruel.
Sleep, my love
Let not your heart be troubled.
Sleep, sweet one,
Think not of days to come.
Fall, falling deep
Below the tempestuous waves of worry.
Falling into sleep
Beneath the surface of your anxious storms.
Feel, not think,
The gentle rhythms pervading your chest.
Feeling, just feeling,
Warmth and rest and nothing more.
Sleep, precious one,
Webs of shadow enwrap your soul.
Precious, precious sleep.
Nothing matters, not at all.
Rest now in the darkest deep,
Wrapped snuggly under boughs
Of thickest willows.
The garden of shadows,
Welcoming you in open arms
To slumber and to hide.