. The goddess of sleep, with her soft-spun veil,
. Approached me quiet as a winter’s gale.
. With whispered mantra, subtle as the dusk,
. She lulled me deep where dreams begin to husk.
. Like a serpent’s coil that wraps the weary tight,
Sleep's gentle grip held fast through the night.
. I drifted slowly, caught in dreams' deep swell,
. A victim of the quiet spell she’d cast so well.
Dr Dear
. Approached me quiet as a winter’s gale.
. With whispered mantra, subtle as the dusk,
. She lulled me deep where dreams begin to husk.
. Like a serpent’s coil that wraps the weary tight,
Sleep's gentle grip held fast through the night.
. I drifted slowly, caught in dreams' deep swell,
. A victim of the quiet spell she’d cast so well.
Dr Dear