A silver spindle
Spindles into the night
Gold thread glittering
Out of sight
The pages of a book flutter,
It's binding becoming bent
Into the shape of the readers hand
It stories keeping secrets better not spent
The moon glitters high
Above your closing eyes
A dream fills your head
Hazily hypnotizing a butterfly
You’re drifting so far under
Your body inside a soft nest
You’re falling asleep
Your woes you slowly forget
Shining and illuminescent
Sleep blurs harsh thoughts
Beginning to sleep peacefully
Sparkling like clear crystal quartz
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