Do tell, my sleep
in vain or pain
I care not.
You’ll bring me truth
such only the awakening soul
enthuse to possess.
Deliver with flux
with veracity
each falling night,
and I will not dare
to return unrequited.
For you, my sleep,
you and I,
we shall absolve and purr with vigour,
voyage with open eyes,
traverse our indifferent world,
we shall walk
beyond the songs of swans.