Sleep

The dark of night has swallowed me
In favor, dreams beyond compare portrayed
By shadows of the night, the night,
Wherein melancholy fades and pyromancy
Becomes the essence of my soul and heart
When I see the face of God in the night
Beckoning me forward, over logs, hurdles high
And in my dreams I flow upward on the flames
Of heaven-essence to ring true such strength
To bring brightness to bear on the wings of night
And I am filled with the blessings of creation
More than my imagination serves to tell
In a smile, a laugh, a hug of happiness
All borne on thought and passion and sleep.