Soft arms pull me into the dark
The Black of space
          the mystery
          the glittering 'may-be's
The eye of peace
             of sleep
No lights to rouse the mind
               to call battalions of thoughts
               to arms
               to war against the flesh
But the sleep that deadens pain
                           softens aches
                           binds regret
And bids Acceptance reign

In black sleep, sins are not seen
It lies, in its perfection
But soothes my woeful brow, nonetheless