Day's End



Night covers my mind like a blanket
The edges of my thoughts are Blurred
This day’s events, its cares, the Urgent
Are somehow pushed into the Past
By its merciful, invisible velvet cloak
Without my effort, with or without my consent,
There is an End
Inevitably, I think about Tomorrow
Which will kindly Wait just a Moment
While I put down my head
Let even my ideas Go
Relinquish Control
To Sleep

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