I ascend into the realm of sleep
praying to God my soul to keep
safe, as it wanders the landscape of dreams,
from vain imaginations extremes.
A pleasant dream is like sweet nectar
that sates hungers gnawing specter.
An unpleasant dream is like poison oak,
causing an anaphylactic choke.
Please, Dear Lord, give me honeyed dreams,
leaving behind the tastes of chocolate creams,
on my mind's palate when I awake
and a new days first breath I take.
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