I want my love to sleep
but she tosses and turns without relief
towards a precipice of dreaming
over which she cannot fall
but from which she does not wake.
Und wänn Sie no nicht guet gschloft händ, dänn wachen Sie heut wieder auf…
Is it the moon that shines too brightly love?
Does its refracted day offend you?
I will pluck it from the sky and bind it in my fist.
No light will pass through me.
You will not be disturbed.
Does the salt on the wind remind you of the ocean?
I’ll distil it from the sky
and prepare a bath for you my love.
Float weightlessly in this instead
and think not of the ocean.
I want my love to sleep, but she tosses and turns…
What keeps you from your dreaming love?
The Woodlands chatter harshly –
do they ask too many things?
I’ll flatten them against the earth,
a vast and quiet carpet.
May every beast tread lightly now;
I want my love to sleep.
I wish that you would sleep my love,
but you toss and you turn.
Is it the rotation of the Earth that dizzies you?
I will cut her on her axis.
I’ll make her core into a bed
more sturdy than her concepts…
Does passing time alarm you?
Do you worry of its wasting?
My love…
I will be the end of time
I’ll shatter every hand and face
that tells you of it’s ticking.
Rest in this security
I cut the world
to let you sleep.
Wenn ändlich nüt me übrig isch, erwacht mini liebi.
Startled By The Silence.
Then Angry.
She Wept.
Her tears became a body of water;
their salt became its weight.
Her anger gave it gravity,
and when she screamed its steaming gas
was pressed into a nightlight
by all its liquid layers
as it shot into in the sky.
Still pulling at the water it says,
“Do Not Forget Me”
And the water responds.
The Water Responds.
Und wänn Sie no nicht guet gschloft händ, dänn wachen Sie heut wieder auf…
The water responds with Chaos.
The water responds with life and death and sighing wind;
with stone and wood and
fingers stretching tall towards the Moon Star –
remembering.
For eternities she moves like this, until at last she lay exhausted.
Fitfully the dawn of time churns a lullaby around my love,
and she passes into something like
but not quite
sleep.
I want my love to sleep ∞
I want my love to sleep
but she tosses and turns without relief
towards a precipice of dreaming
over which she cannot fall
but from which she does not wake.
Und wänn Sie no nicht guet gschloft händ, dänn wachen Sie heut wieder auf…
Is it the moon that shines too brightly love?
Does its refracted day offend you?
I will pluck it from the sky and bind it in my fist.
No light will pass through me.
You will not be disturbed.
Does the salt on the wind remind you of the ocean?
I’ll distil it from the sky
and prepare a bath for you my love.
Float weightlessly in this instead
and think not of the ocean.
I want my love to sleep, but she tosses and turns…
What keeps you from your dreaming love?
The Woodlands chatter harshly –
do they ask too many things?
I’ll flatten them against the earth,
a vast and quiet carpet.
May every beast tread lightly now;
I want my love to sleep.
I wish that you would sleep my love,
but you toss and you turn.
Is it the rotation of the Earth that dizzies you?
I will cut her on her axis.
I’ll make her core into a bed
more sturdy than her concepts…
Does passing time alarm you?
Do you worry of its wasting?
My love…
I will be the end of time
I’ll shatter every hand and face
that tells you of it’s ticking.
Rest in this security
I cut the world
to let you sleep.
Wenn ändlich nüt me übrig isch, erwacht mini liebi.
Startled By The Silence.
Then Angry.
She Wept.
Her tears became a body of water;
their salt became its weight.
Her anger gave it gravity,
and when she screamed its steaming gas
was pressed into a nightlight
by all its liquid layers
as it shot into in the sky.
Still pulling at the water it says,
“Do Not Forget Me”
And the water responds.
The Water Responds.
Und wänn Sie no nicht guet gschloft händ, dänn wachen Sie heut wieder auf…
The water responds with Chaos.
The water responds with life and death and sighing wind;
with stone and wood and
fingers stretching tall towards the Moon Star –
remembering.
For eternities she moves like this, until at last she lay exhausted.
Fitfully the dawn of time churns a lullaby around my love,
and she passes into something like
but not quite
sleep.
I want my love to sleep ∞
about
An "endless lullabye" commission for Ikea's Chief of Sleep. This is a story that can be looped into infinity, or at least until you fall asleep.
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