Ode to Sleep
You draw the curtains on my day
And let my mind’s subconscious play,
Transposing thoughts to play a part
In dreams that look like abstract art.
Oh how I welcome your relief,
Though slow to come, and oft too brief,
As consciousness is loath to cede,
Regardless of how hard I plead.
But yield it must: give up control!
I earned the rest; I’ve paid my toll.
Oh sleep, sweet sleep come visit me
And set my troubled psyche free!