The Smuggler

If I were Sleep and slept with you each night,
I’d fashion dreams to make your lips to smile,
With each one foll’wing each so radiant bright
You’d wake to see real dawn more dim awhile;
Until, that is, I Wakefulness became,
To shine in you my ever-brilliant flame,
And sweep the mist which round your window drifts
To bring clear day with all his see-free gifts.
Oh, were I Sleep and slept with you till dawn,
I’d smuggle snuggles in till night cried out
“Pirates here! Now quick, turn time about!
Head back to open-water day, swords drawn!”
Poor Night, too late is he to turn, too late,
For I my smuggled snuggles won’t abate!

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