Sleep

Sleep, fare friend, for what have I traded thee?
A weary mind, a distant soul, a derelict quandary.
I exist, yet am dull, dreary, and shoddy.
And so feel all ignoring the wisdom of the body.

Happiness

I awoke from a good nap,
a really good nap,
a really needed nap.
I had dreams of childhood memories,
memories untouched,
for many years.
Memories of happiness, true and deep,
childhood happiness,
surrounded by happiness.
I long for such serenity,
to dwell amongst family,
in simple peace and subtle joy.
Such happiness has grown distant,
remembered only in dreams,
in a body exhausted.
Such memories are treasured by my soul,
and tempt my spirit,
more than all the world.

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