Well here's some more archaic voice...since this is probably the only forum in which i can hope to publish verse like this, you might see a lot more of this sort of thing. Hahaha! Anyhow, i wrote this a while back when I was depressed and all i wanted to do was sleep alldayeveryday...

Gentle mattress, wherein my peace doth lie,
Facilitator of halfhearted dreams,
My sanctuary from bourgeois schemes--with
Fresh sheets and crispened covers by the by.
Curled up content beneath your coziness,
The bent light of lamp covers cradled book,
How often have I foolishly mistook
The call of lark in bright morn's haziness?
Companion to my rigid solitude,
Unkempt herein with enterprising pleasure,
Heated lust redeemed with stolid measure,
Tamed, in sacred crucible, life's plenitude.
Exhausted in the darkness counting sheep,
I turn to thee for aid in silent sleep.