O Come Away

O Come Away

A poem by Walker Andreasen

O come away ye sleeping child,

O come away ye meek and mild.

Come to where the rivers blend,

Where demons mourn your torment's end.

Dream away your heart's content,

Dream of nothing relevant.

Let your ponders wander free,

Let your hopes live and be.

And when the rays of morning light,

Kiss your eyelids with day's first light,

Let not the beauties of the night

Be tucked away deep inside.