At Night

This brother cannot sleep
Between mind and rest
The divide is too deep
Gazing at the inside
Of closed eyelids
Enveloped in shrouds
Of silence
And darkness

And though the angel lays
Peacefully in his wake
Still this brother cannot sleep
For he thinks and counts
To exhaustion of the sheep
Between mind and rest
The divide is

The silence and darkness
The two-faced traitors
Who veil the world
While laying a safety net
For escaping thoughts
And renegade memories
To jump onto
And spread

And though the angel lays
Peacefully in his wake
Still this brother cannot sleep
For he thinks and counts
To exhaustion of the sheep
Between mind and rest
The divide is
Way too deep

And though the angel lays
Peacefully in his wake
Still this brother cannot sleep
For he thinks and counts
To exhaustion of the sheep

Silk made the fingers
That carried its warmth
From her heart
To the riot
Of his night

Silk made the fingers
That carried its warmth
From her heart
To the riot
Of his night

Silk made the fingers
That carried its warmth
From her heart
To the riot
Of his night

Silk made the fingers
That carried its warmth
From her heart
To the riot
Of his night

Soft the voice that shepherds turmoil
Back to the home of dreams
And Benevolence is her name
"Calm" the word that descended
From her lips