Sleep is when bone and thew
Throw off the yoke of mind's control
And mind rests for the coming dawn
So all that lies awake is soul
And thus it runs through worlds anew
Indulging every wish and whim
Until the sunlight on the dew
Repairs it to it's home again

Rumius Shu'in

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Aeguary, in the year 363 AF.