Sleep-
where we allow that which is real
to be woven into that which is not real
I would not acknowledge
my knowledge
of your nocturnal company
slumber was too sweet
not to settle into the corners of your daydreams
and carry you on silver shoulders
to the sunlit room of sleep
I wallow
Thy will be done
as we cascade into the latent sunset of reality,
the tangled web of sleep
