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