• And these midnight fantasies dance.
    Or are they nightmares? haunting my head.
    I am so tired.
    I cannot sleep.

    On my knees I beg for
    Sleep,
    From that blissful, evasive Suductress:
    Sleep

    She hides behind black curtains
    Braiding pearls into her hair
    Diamonds sparkling in her eyes.

    The curtains twitch...and
    Then they part.
    Bejeweled hands offer me Rest:
    A lolling, sleepy puppy
    Eyes half-closed
    Dozing on his side.

    But I reach for Escape:
    A sparkling set of wings
    Feathers glistening like the moon
    Promising Peace Of Mind

    At Last

    Yet the hands recoil,
    Folding in upon themselves,
    Becoming a Dove before my
    Sleepless eyes,
    And taking off into the night.

    Alone in the Dark.
    Always in the Dark.

    Not angry. Not sad.
    Not afraid. Not bad.

    Just tired.
    I am so tired.
    I cannot sleep.