Sleep o sleep

. . .circling o'er
the hours
and the years,
with wings of dark it flies,
at night so dark it gleams. . .
. . .deep within
our hidden thoughts
it glides beyond our eyes,
the creature of our dreams,
. . .in and out
the waves of sleep,
weaving lows and highs,
within nocturnal streams. . .
. . .it soars above
or just below.
often only mystifies,
or maybe so it seems. . .

January 1992