Keeper of most secret desire
Most elusive mistress of the night
Last solace and protector of light
Away from the evil eye of ire.
Comfort is found when dead tired
The place most hope to be free of fight
A realm where one ought feel their own might
Where safely burns the inner fire.
Oh to be there free, safe and dreaming,
Away from thoughts in my head screaming,
Keeping me up through cold winter chill
Always awake, save escape in pills,
Dulling the mind, so I choose to spend
Time laying asleep or so seeming