Weariness Poem by Boston Kelley

These eyes of mine crafted to see,
Fail to be as the eyelids fall;
A tide of weariness crashes over me
Stealing my strength and mighty gall.

The land of wonder and mystery beckon
As the land of living wish farewell to me.
Awake must I be! This I reckon;
Yet Slumber has issued his powerful decree.

Alas, a broken body will no longer stand
As a man cannot resist being led by Lord Dream's hand.
To the realm of my innermost ego I venture,
But, I have not departed, for there is still of me, a tincture.