Come, Sweet Faint

Come sweet faint, addicting slumber
keep the counting mind at bay,

let the forty sheep outnumber
all the things in matter’s way.

When a lonely darkness centers,
and a shadowed figure haunts

sole encounters in the winters
of the least desires and wants.

Darling fancy over fences,
traverse over fields of green.

Turn your face and so commences
dreams both perfect and serene.

Planting violets and white clover
on the paths you walk in sleep.

Share with me your dream world over
here, no promises to keep-

Interlaced with loving fingers
time with one to reign supreme,

as we touch, our pursuit lingers
in the warmth and glow of dreams.

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