To God insomnia
To the shepherd the rod
To his angel the camping
To his kids the reigning
To his kings the sceptre
To his friends the dreaming
Though In the world the tempest
Under His shadow the rest
Smile in your sleep
Dance in your pain
Ouf! in your plain
Belief in your valleys
For those He was slain
Hurry not His night
Denial is not His trick
Darkness is indeed colour to your window
Pill of faith has no anaesthesia
It just makes able the lame
Tears will indeed drown your pillow
But their warmth will you forget
Their trace will He erase
At the pic of His mountain
That road will seem straight
There remember the curves and bents
Lack sleep there little goddess
As His light intrudes your tent
Dew will embrace grass
Sun will kiss earth
Stars will pave heaven
Birds will chirp, in the morning of His awesomeness
To God Insomnia
And peaceful sleep to his flock
Good night little goddess
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