Lay Down Your Head(Rondine)

Close your eyes, lay down your head
Still your soul and slow the heart beating, throbbing inside your chest Lounging across my inviting bed
I give you leave to completely spread
Your essence, body, burden, and godhead,
Here, now, when will you be able to rest?
What dreams will come?

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Lay down your weary head,
The future shows what's coming is best
Will I be made to follow like the rest?
But if you place your arms in mine, we'll place our heads together,
For in such sleep, what dreams do come
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Knowledge

Sleep beside me forever
Claim your portion and peace
Let fears drift into the aether
Pain and sorrow shall cease
Tomorrow is light years away
Consequences fail to show
By my side you'll stay
There is nothing else to know

Hypnos

Oh, Hypnos how you taunt me
With elusive golden touch
My eyelids grow so heavy
But my sound sleep you begrudge
Starry skies have fallen
But no minutes rest have I
I beg of you sweet mercy
A petition, I beseech thee
An answer to my prayer
A peaceful restful slumber
And a dream or two to share 

As the Light Gently Creeps...

Light stretches across the corridor

It creeps gently towards my still body

I wait as it bridges the gap

Between time and nothingness

A warm feeling of peaceful seeps

Into my drowsy limbs

Laying languidly after loving

Sleep is minutes away

I struggle to keep my eyes open

Blinking, nodding, I can only watch

As the light gently creeps

Engulfing the two of us

I need to stop time here, now

Three magic words,

The spell is cast

Escape

Sorrow lines your eyes

Would anything help?

If you needed me,

I would be there in an instant

Tomorrow is miles away

If you would let it be

We could be worlds away by then

A hut by the sea sounds nice

I can hear the birds chirping already

The whisper of the waves is so calming

A lullaby to rock us to sleep

Cradling together as we await the dawn

Dreams

Every waking hour...
Life is around you
Bustling, hustling and
Moving all about you
The times in between...
Are they our true life?
Or are they just a puppeteers
Words reaching through our
Suitcases where we sleep?
And is our life we life
A play for someone's amusement?
Maybe we are destined
To live until we become
The perfection we for long for.
What happens when we die?
Do we cease to be?
Or do we go to another place
Where we are embraced by light?
All these questions and
No answers are coming;
I guess we will never know
The answers to Our Dreams.

N.B.  This was dated 1995 so that makes me about a VERY mature 14!  I believe it was a creative writing assignment about dreams.  I think I reused it a dozen times because although it didn't answer any questions it is a universal quandary.