What woke you from your sweet slumber, tied impossible knots in your sheets, fills your head with the voice of one lover while another one waits in your dreams? Go to sleep, sweet baby. Go to sleep, and you will see.
Write down what images linger before they drift back to where they were made and the pen slips out of your fingers and you dream just for morning to break. Go to sleep, sweet baby. Go to sleep, and you will see.