Sleep
/Oh to sleep beneath the flakes
That never replicate
To hear the sound of nothing
To finally know my fate.
To rest beneath the fallen leaves
To lie in quiet slumber
Just to dream of days gone past
When I lived in endless summer.
To lie down next to all of those
Who wait up in the skies
To lay my weary body down
and smile at my demise.
By William Bailey
From: United States