I hear Sleep whisper softly,
“Come to me
Come and play
Come dance in the river of Dreams.”
“O, Sleep what I would give
to dance all night in the River of Dreams with you”, I cry
“Just to enjoy your warm brace for just one night.
But, alas, I must keep running. Running and running until I can not run a step more”
“O, sweet child. I cry for you.
My tears are for the burdens you hold that keep you from my sweet embrace.
Like a mother who yearns for her cild.
But worry not. I, Mother Sleep, will be here waiting. “