Morpheus

Downright tired in this winter white Though my best sleep is dressed in black Ample hours to dream, still I lack Repose, and wander through the night A drink or two, blackjack straight through Till dawn, ever unrequited love Nothing brings peace, Heaven above Send Morpheus to me, for I am due Will you sing softly? Will you keep Watch as the light begins to wane? Steadfast and sweet, will you remain God of my dreams, and let me sleep?