#WritcoPoemPrompt82
At night when I lay in bed,
As I drift towards my sleep,
When the eve becomes shadowy red,
My slumber has begun deep,
Taking my heart and the head
Conjuring the spirits to seal
Dozen thoughts at a rise terror-fed
Could well be desguised deep
The fair countenance that sped
Night is a meloncholly craze to keep
Moving with time the rotation lead
If I 'm the moon and cloud is the sleep
What is more the sky is the bed
As the day is no longet be
When the clouds clouded the sky-bed
The sun takes off its light every eve
Closing our eyes to shrink us to a sleep
Like buds wake up to the world blessed


© N. Gamage