Spine of Toil

Sweeter rest,
down the spine of toil,
let these hands,
rest from spinning.
 
Simple sleep,
in the pines of doing,
hold me under,
sheets of peace. 
 
Leafless dreams,
spin your wonder,
let our toes,
dance in sun. 
 
Crescent moon, 
remind the sleeping,
our work cannot,
hang such glory. 

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