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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “To Sleep, Perchance to Dream.”

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LULLABY by Dorothy Parker

Sleep, pretty lady, the night is enfolding you;
Drift, and so lightly, on crystalline streams.
Wrapped in its perfumes, the darkness is holding you;
Starlight bespangles the way of your dreams.
Chorus the nightingales, wistfully amorous;
Blessedly quiet, the blare of the day.
All the sweet hours may your visions be glamorous-
Sleep, pretty lady, as long as you may.

Sleep, pretty lady, the night shall be still for you;
Silvered and silent, it watches you rest.
Each little breeze, in its eagerness, will for you
Murmur the melodies ancient and blest.
So in the midnight does happiness capture us;
Morning is dim with another day’s tears.
Give yourself sweetly to images rapturous-
Sleep, pretty lady, a couple of years.

Sleep, pretty lady, the world awaits day with you;
Girlish and golden, the slender young moon.
Grant the fond darkness its mystical way with you;
Morning returns to us ever too soon.
Roses unfold, in their loveliness, all for you;
Blossom the lilies for hope of your glance.
When you’re awake, all the men go and fall for you-
Sleep, pretty lady, and give me a chance.

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Thank you so much for visiting! Dorothy Parker was so much more talented than given credit for. I found this poem beautifully described the crescents and valleys of our sleep and dreams. I hope that you enjoy it as well.
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Quotation-John-Adams-sleep-wasted experience

I do not fall asleep easily nor do I have the dreamless sleep that others proclaim as restorative.  I am busy in my dreams and  I awake with tales of where I have been, what it looked like, who I spoke to, and of all the colors.  So, feeling well rested is a wonderful, but futile experience for me.

Now, a good day is Sleep, Eat, Read in no particular order.  I read two to three novels each weekend.  I start my day with at least two coffees.  I keep the room warm and the pajamas on.  When I get tired of reading, out comes the computer and reading and discovery take place in the electrical realm, rather than paper.

But sparkles of energy keep my mind awake wherever I read.  When I think of other people, I recall my responsibilities to them or that which I need to do for them.

My brain is never completely free. But to those who observe me, they miss the universes at work in my spirit, mind and soul while I appear to look at my book.  Although it is solitary, it is not still, because activity and response to the words keep me reacting, considering, and absorbing.

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