Oh, how I love the silence of the deep:
My refuge, sound and holy, known as sleep.
The bandage for my sorrows and my pains,
A source of relaxation for my brains.
This blissful time yields benefits to reap,
But lack of it will make me freely weep,
For when I let my inmost take the reigns,
I gather a euphoric sense of gain.
At night there on the bed on which I snooze,
There is a canine friend with which I doze,
With whom I am compelled to share my cot.
Sometimes we have to tussle for our spots.
But after time has settled down the tone,
We both are peaceful, for sleep is our own.
My refuge, sound and holy, known as sleep.
The bandage for my sorrows and my pains,
A source of relaxation for my brains.
This blissful time yields benefits to reap,
But lack of it will make me freely weep,
For when I let my inmost take the reigns,
I gather a euphoric sense of gain.
At night there on the bed on which I snooze,
There is a canine friend with which I doze,
With whom I am compelled to share my cot.
Sometimes we have to tussle for our spots.
But after time has settled down the tone,
We both are peaceful, for sleep is our own.
