Sleep treads water.
I ask it to fall deep
and bring me to my silent place.
My thoughts drip down -
rain falling on a plane of glass
and dark around me,
stars brilliant upon the cold night sky.
A night where sleep slips
from my grasp-
dashes off like a bird in flight
or a momentary scent
of sweetness as you pass
an open, flowery field.
It's ephemeral tonight
this drifting down
to rest-to solid slumber
and with every breath I take
the clock ticks onward
stealing bits of sleep from me.
My eyes are weary
and long to touch lash to lash
bringing me down to the deep
Heather Rose
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