alight on my pillow, for
Sleep has lost its way.
Let dreams rain on my
eyelids, bidding them slide down
to cover these eyes.
The night is too long
to spend awake and sighing,
wanting only rest.
Would that I could take
the lunar sphere in my mouth
as a bright tonic
to glow away dark,
never wearying 'til morn
when sunbeams do creep
over the treetops
like a child's fingers play
in sleep-tousled hair.
But, dreams are withheld
even as I write sleep thoughts.
Oh, to embrace dark
rather than fear it
would expedite my voyage
to castles on clouds.
Moon drop of darkness,
bless these tired eyes with sleep.
Drift me off tonight.
