Now I lay me down to sleep,
I might divine the night’s mystique
What lays beyond my holey soul,
Might be ‘nough to feed the weak
Drifting through aimless time and space?
Or an Everest in life’s steep race..?
Where do the rye fields begin,
And where in the world is my place?
The neon stars s
e throughout designer lace
Swaddle me, blind me with hope and haze
And as I lay in my bed before I hit the hay,
I feel their rays pirouette on sullen face
So whenever blackness comes to me and creeps,
I turn to the night before I sleep
Bless me old show my fasting heart awaits,
I love that sunlight whenever I awake.