Stillness, no time to rest.

There is no better stillness than in one's sleep, because there's just no time to rest, And there's no better silence formed than the knowledge we know best, for sleep the apparel unified,  must therefore tell a living story, and beyond what takes that restless form,  we ode to such a glory,  for Death might seek to hold what was, but never was it Moreso true, that there's no better way to know,  that life was bound to you, and so we play our conscious hearts in conditional ways, and sleep to our best abilities throughout the nights sweet remaining dark, only to wake upon the at eternal light which we held our inner spark, for longer lives that glorious light and never shall it dim to fade, but burns as if that soul had lived long before we'd  ever slept or as if we never laid.