AN ODE TO SLEEP
Sleep, be for me a messenger tonight.
Weave me a dark quilt.
And inside, decode
the mystery of light and night.
Long did we evade the baleful encounter
of each other .
I hid behind my obsession of a dream
and you behind my insomnia.
I dare you now in the name of the devious vagrancy.
Your dark tresses fall carelessly
over my eyelids; they refuse to close.
I dare you, do not touch; they waited long.
Now stay away; no more mockery of touch and go.
And still if you are bent on coming
come straight in; do not knock
Sleep, be for me a messenger tonight.
Weave me a dark quilt.
And inside, decode
the mystery of light and night.
Long did we evade the baleful encounter
of each other .
I hid behind my obsession of a dream
and you behind my insomnia.
I dare you now in the name of the devious vagrancy.
Your dark tresses fall carelessly
over my eyelids; they refuse to close.
I dare you, do not touch; they waited long.
Now stay away; no more mockery of touch and go.
And still if you are bent on coming
come straight in; do not knock
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