Sleep

Thoughts run wild with laughing cries
Tears that bid the night goodbye
Loudly tapping, never seen
Ever coming, Ever been

'It is near' she thinks with fright
and summons her last stroke of might
and shields the force surrounding her
visions weary, cold, and blurred

Mumbles deeper, sane no more
light has left her as before
and with a shock she sees the day
her troubles all have gone away

This is when she flew with glee
becoming anything she'd be
Down no more, in loving arms
All under her covers' warmth