A sleeper's prayer

Let me not sleep at all, but live, and all the dreams be life, the loves be not lost

Let waking be to all remembered things made right - each choice and step in hindsight made correct,

the rising sun illuminating heaven's city, golden domes, or 

let at least tomorrow be not dark

the sun not lost

some sorrow forgotten, even one,

some fear more wraith-like than tonight

when all the shadows coil like snakes

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