I close my eyes to fall asleep
And dream of weeping
willows
And I make not a
single peep
So calm upon the
pillow
My breathing slows,
my muscles droop
As I begin to ponder
I barrel roll and
loop de loop
Throughout the wild
blue yonder
My hand lies steady
on my chest
He doesn’t twitch or
quiver
I am now complete at
rest
Dreaming gold and
wishing silver
And as I lie so
motionless
Oblivious amidst my
dreams
That hand that lay
upon my chest
Discerns all is not serene
Like frogs upon the
lily pads
Know disturbance of
the pond
My resting friend is
now quite sad
Knowing something has
gone wrong
My chest has lost its
simple rhythm
A tune all and
sundry know
All is quiet within
the prison
Tiny rivers have
ceased their flow
He must do his best
to fetch me
To regain what it is
I lack
Alas old friend, it's plain to see
I am never coming back.
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