Chapter 1
Sleep-On Sale
Every night I wander around bed- town
To buy some tranquil delights homegrown;
Dark ghostly mysteries of human life
Persuade me to escape from the day of struggle and strife.
I am eager to go that land of forgetfulness, of that unknown territory,
I track but can’t find a way to make me weary.
When unfulfilled desires hover frequently,
My fancy wide awake weaves his web brilliantly.
Sleep is a dream girl, a musk rose fragrance,
Melodies of a cookoo, the serenity of romance,
These beauties in bounty I always cherish,
But every nocturnal errand will be quite garish,
Because sleeplessness is my love interest,
Day sympathies me but nights torment.
I think to sell my reluctant sleep,
Is there any willing buyer ready to weep?
