I could begin a sonnet to my sleep
For all the hours I dreamt on a pillow
Or I could simply face the day and leap
Into higher gears straight from the mellow
The dawn will come, a reliable truth
Though we may long to remain in our dreams
But we still know that the nighttime will soothe
The rough edges of days in the machine
I could begin a sonnet to my sleep
Or accept the hours fallen behind me
But when the cold dawn seems to run bone deep
My bed becomes the place I long to be
Though the sun will cast light upon the day
The darkness is where part of me will stay – Caroline A. Slee