Sleepy hollow, beds at night.
Pitter, patter, the night runs away.
From dusk to dawn souls wonder,
Uniting in a land, some hatefully swallow.
Gently swayed by our own hearts deepest sorrows.
The night moves and all souls follow.
At night we lay. Begging for the end of our sorrows.
To meet up with old friends and kin long lost to life’s borrows.
Although we know life never gives them back.
At night we swallow.
Swallow our pride and fears.
We barrow strength to fight through the night.
At dawn we start to see….
Basking in the rays of the sun with no summer heat.
We lay in lovers arms, some in spirit; others in truth.
At night I dream of things I have yet to find true.
My sleepy soul, wallows.