Into the night her sleep wandered,
In forests made of ink and paper,
She held on tight to the light that shimmered,
From the bed side of her lamp,
And sleep was her favourite friend,
For it understood the silence,
The silence that her yellowed books
Embroidered on her soul,
She urged the moon to shine forever,
The dirty lanes of the city became idyllic in the street light,
The moon sighed for he had to bid good bye
For his beautiful borrowed light,
Had a debt to repay to the sun,
And so she waited an endless day
For her beloved moon to return,
And sleep oh lovely sleep was forever her only friend
For sleep oh lovely sleep didn't come
Till the moon's shift would end
And she would keep her dog eared book aside
Only for a moment
to catch the amber sun
bleeding into the sky
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