Countless stars twinkled in the Heavens,
lighting up the dark of night.
The rhythmic breath of one in deep repose
resounded in the stillness. Yieldingly I lost my fight-
with sweet oblivion, as I feel within the clutches of
The shambles of the past must be erased
before the tomorrows,
A fresh start with each dawn of a new day,
eradicating yesterday's hurts and deep sorrows,
that have fallen ruthlessly in life's turbulent fray.
Sleep, God's merciful gift is a blessing
and a healer in despair,
There can no joy begot n wakefulness,
only, in restful peace, devoid of care,
Can one re-weave the threads of worldly stress.