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!