This is a poem that caresses you softly,
In the dead of night when you can’t sleep,
That listens to your woes and worries,
Because no one else will,
Because they’re all fast asleep,
Forgetting reality in their slumber.
And when the weight of it all
Begins to crush you,
To the point where sleepless nights
Are the least of your troubles,
This is the poem that helps you
Learn to dream again,
In your own world,
Where the burdens of this one don’t matter,
Like whitewater rapids
Slowing to a glassy stop.