Oh pillow, blanket, and bed you sweet sirens of slumber.
I hear you calling to me!
When, sweet sirens, when was our last repose?
I recall it not, but in taunting futility I do recall the melody of my senses as they harmonize in the praises of your forms.
My muscles melting within your grasp as the liquid embrace of slumber envelops my being.
Oh siren sisters of slumber, how I long for my next meeting with thee!
When the cacophony of life drifts distant from my mind and time passes without notice.
Oh mistresses who call to me, who call me away from His task. Who call to me with the preview of the rest where time is forever lost. The rest who's comforts surpass your embrace as peace envelops my soul.
Oh, you taunting trio! You harlots of sloth! Release me from your grasp and tempt me no longer.
Let me face my tasks with a mind clear of your distraction. Let my ears hear without the melody of your song. Let my hands work without the pangs of hunger for your soft touch.
Mesha Flynn
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