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