Fighting Sleep

Alas, the hour is getting late; dark clouds are sailing 'cross the sky. And as I fight this sleepy state, I hear the time go ticking by. Thick shadows climb along my wall – alas, the hour is getting late. A dream stands by, while eyelids fall against my will – the strain is great. Now as my body pours its weight into the plushness of my bed, alas, the hour is getting late when I must rest my weary head. I beg the dream to take me now for lo, I can no longer wait. And as the darkness sweeps my brow, alas, the hour is getting late. JMariah