An old poem I wrote a while back while trying to fall asleep.

Mera’s Sleep Chant

The sky lights up bright

The grows upright

The sun shines its rays

The moon glows to end our days

Spring blooms new life

Summer bring along what’s ripe

Fall is never out of sight,

But with winter comes our plight

Music is the food of love

Rhythm is never a sound unstrung

Melody is never to be flung

Thereby creating a song to be sung

In order to grow one must rest

And to rest, learn to attest

Your soul at the body’s bequest

Go to sleep allow your heart not to detest

Mensur Mera Gjonbalaj

July 2011