Sleep
The Lady Andariel
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My eyes dare to open in the witching hour of the early morning, and my brain flips that ungodly switch that turns my thoughts churning.
I know you’re not sleeping, I sense it. You are struggling in these vampiric hours that steal rest from those that need it most. The hours that suck the life out of me, and you, apparently.
I summon you from your unsleeping slumber as if holding you tightly and stroking your hair might make either of us tumble into a silent cacophony deep in the hallowed place that most call sleep.
Perhaps if I could simply whisper in your ear the visions that appear when I see you walk in the room, you could fall deeply into that place where the brain no longer takes its unwanted state, and your eyes would close to the angelic tunes of angels singing your grace.
You are divine, both of heaven and hell, a perfect balance of light and dark, living between the sky and my heart. Would you sleep if you knew that part? Or would it bring your anxiety into overdrive? Since, I do not know, I cannot tell you how badly I wish to kiss you until all you can do is dream of me.
The Lady Andariel 