The night precipitates
I shall sleep endless dreams
I shall live—die, pupate!
And, perpetuate!
Velvet winged butterflies…

I shall offspring forth - leap!
Amid “His” nectar fields of stars
There shall “I” rest on eternities’ nap
And be as if time!
Had, never invented me.

Mark Heathcote

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-shall-i-rest-on-eternities-nap/