The Last Word on Sleep

Bob Dylan's 115th Dream

I was riding on the mayflower when I thought I spied some land
I yelled down to captain arab, I'll have ya understand,
Who came running to the deck and said boys forget the whale
We're goin' over yonder. cut the engines. change the sails.
Haul on that bowline we sang that melody,
Like all tough sailors do when they're far away at sea.



ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

The last word on sleep.




The children were nestled all snug in their beds;

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

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“Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.” 
― Audrey NiffeneggerThe Time Traveler's Wife








Sleep
Frank Criscenti


Oh, sleep
that tender kiss
upon your eyes
that brings blessed rest
and comfort
All troubles disappear
for a few hours
all pains
all ills
fade into darkness
as your head sinks into a pillow
that might as well be cloud
Oh, sleep
dream
In this time
of blameless slumbers
your prayers have time to work
You are sinless
even if your dreams are not
You can't choose them
nor guide them
and thus, if you fly
you can't crash

















O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
   From "A Dream Within A Dream" by Edgar Allan Poe   

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