The Music Of Sleep

The Music Of Sleep short poem

Zephyr winds bade me follow
To the black coolness of the night
Do bear my soul’s sum
Call forth the God Apollo
Upon his lyre strum

Pray the voices of nine muses
A lullaby to soothe me
As I open the box of sleep

May the son of Hermes
Lively centaur Pan
Join in sweet slumber
Birds song on pipes of reed

Through shadows of Pluto I pass
As I sail into Neptune’s blue oceans deep
Hear the wails of the lemuers sorrow
Song of poor Orpheus love and plight
Gently wake me on the morrow

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Tammy Marie Darby

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i love gardening and canning i also like to make homemade wine i love animals and have several i collect antique books and artwork as well as various antiques Master Gardner in the state of Florida and a writer of poetry
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