Sleep drifts quietly across your
Lovely eyes, then lifts you up into
A world of dreams where all your hopes
Become realities you may grasp.
You’ll find love and happiness
And begin to feel all the tender emotions
You’ve always longed for and needed.
You’ll rest in fields of fresh clover,
And run through meadows where flowers
Grow wild and free, and your spirit
Will find joy beyond comprehension.
Rest easily, and let the dreams ease your
Troubled soul as you sleep peacefully, forever.
Sept. 10, 1981
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