And now I go to sleep with no less than a lot of work to do in the morn,
Just to wake up and work upon a few of what I have sworn.
With some regrets and happiness which slightly is bounded,
But hopes too and too, which promising have sounded.
What's the dusk capable of taking away with it?
Just light which won't affect the life already dim lit.
Dawn too can't bring to me what all I dearly need,
Some sound solace is what for my desires bleed.
I so pleasingly let the blanket and the vibes wrap,
And let the vicious thoughts away from the trap.
For me, it is solely I who'll fetch me my wants,
And leave me mirthful, away from my haunts.