Weary body tries
stifling yawning sighs.
Droopy heavy eyes.
Needing you.
Craving you.
Longing for you.
Yearning to drift
to your soft caress.
Vital reboot
halving my breaths.
Glorious sleep,
mysterious deep.
Closest thing to heaven
we’ll ever know.
Sleep is a dear and precious lover. Such a sweet yearning love poem.