Come oh slumber sweet,
Lift me with arms of eternal dreams,
My legs ache fitted into iron clasps,
My fingers hurt clinging for control over my days,
My tomorrow wounded, slipping away, fine grains of sand.
My love abandoned,
My soul crippled like the contractures in my wasted legs.
Come oh gentle sleep,
Soothe the pain,
Coo me a soft song of balmy dreams,
Kindle my dreams again.