Wednesday, October 30, 2013


Surrender, surrender; the day is over
And all of its deeds, for better or worse.
Now find in pillow and sheet and cover
Your universe.

Remember, remember the peace unbounded
You left behind you the day you were born.
Now by infinite dark be surrounded
Until the morn.

Abandon, abandon the self's defences
Oh, yield up the dearly-held citadel.
Now strive no more with the swooning senses;
It will be well.

Relinquish, relinquish the claims of reason
And all of the shackles of "must" and "may".
Now is the spirit's sanest season,
Its deepest day.

1 comment:

  1. Pretty good poem Maolsheachlann. I do enjoy a good sleep; if only I had the time to get some.