~ Abide ~

Few hours sleep doth naught comfort thee,
Perchance a mixture of alchemist tea!
Not as a compound I doth proclaim,
But a twilight sip of fine champagne.

I cannot bear thy extended loss of rest,
Doth facility set thy timely quest?
Concern hath arisen ~ woman of care,
Me thinks thou requires a comforting chair.

So within movements sip thy vintage wine,
And Ease thy moment to a sounding chime.
NOTE to All: I proclaim and justly sign,
" She shall receive her noted pleasant time."

Fillith thy glass, mind and moments too,
Create thy times within thine number.
Pace movements and hours especially due,
Comforting thine heart within thy slumber.

Declaration hath been set and decreed
Her duty time now all hath been freed.
So dream thy dreams at last,
For previous times hath past.

Rest thy weary head of mind,
Peacefulness now ~ abides in kind.