With grace and peace
I fall to meet
The fleeting sleep I need.
Memories of a ghostly face
In dreams I do not heed.
For dwelling 'pon those wisps of mist
That anchor me to thee...
Will only make it harder
When my head doth bid me flee.
So twixt the two, I toss; I turn....
With morning's light, I wake.
From far away, within your grasp
My floundering soul, you take.
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Just popped in my head....
