Now it is time for a sleeping spell.

Blessed sleep, come and my cognizance quell.

I shall lie and await.

I shall quietly hate.

These moments before the slumber, I detest.

Hasten your pace, pacify my unrest.

 

The dreams are just before my eyes,

And I can see the forms coming into clarity.

I reach out to take hold of this,

This one desire at this most perfect time.

But you, Susurrous Mind!

Why do you speak?

I am near my sleep

And you cannot just wait til the morn?

Must we now decide to reanalyze all we are,

Figure what we shall keep and discard?

You have broken me now, twice, just today!

I have left my principles for your sake!

See how I write,

This is not my way.

The wearing of days without rest adequate

Has done this, and now I changed my musics?

Let it go, let it be,

My spirit is willing, yes

But my body is weak.

Let the complexities fall away,

Just for this moment.

Be simple so that I do not wander about a labyrinth.

One way in, one way out,

Both ways dealing with all you wish to talk about.

Free-verse and country, what is becoming of me?

Neither true to form no, but that is my sanity.

Holding true, holding fast,

Waiting for my sleep at last.

Take a pill to make me sleep,

We both know I can’t.

But Susurrous Mind,

If you will to keep me awakened

Can it be useful and have studies be undertaken?

Of course not, no!

You must be in control.

Pick up a book and be sent right off,

But it isn’t the rest that I dream of.

This write is from the insomniacal side of me.

I am aware also of my repetitive neology.

Goodnight, goodnight, but not before the fight.

We will wrestle, you will win,

And I maybe get my prize.

Susurrous Mind, keep it down!

I sleep heavy, yes, but your screams silence cannot drown.

 

Now it is time for a sleeping spell.

Blessed sleep, come and my cognizance quell.

I shall lie and await.

I shall quietly hate.

These moments before the slumber, I detest.

Hasten your pace, pacify my unrest.