for soon the sunshine comes.
To warm your face
and sting your eyes.
The night time was not
Good to you
It left you weak and
DAZED.
Now sleep my sweet
lullaby
Tomorrows creeping in
Through the blinds like
A serpent through the
Sands of time.
The spiders cannot
Lay eggs in a sleeping
Persons mind.
Sleep now
Rest now
for your still soul is mine
to capture.
Adrienne Zobell 4/13/09 10:06 a.m
With this poem I was watching Quinn sleep and so he was my real inspiration. This one is dedicated to him.
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