Ode to Sleep

Every night, I succumb
to your peace
your grasp,
here I am
emotionless
thoughtlessness
its bueatiful
I anticipate the moment
when I lay down
in soft sheets
the moment where
the pillow
molds to your head
Drifting off
you thing of
random things
but in the morning
you can't remember
what they were
Relinquishing your grip
on sleep, is the
only enemy
The nasty beeping
that wakes you from
your favorite time
is murderous
but in the
end you look
forward to the
next night
to the next time
the bed holds you
to the next time
sleep fills you

Fischer Hazen