A Favour of Sleep

Get me a bed

Make it fit for a peasant

To rest head

And weary soul. No 'stead

Is necessary

For this dilapidated sleep

Candidate is steady

On back, or front, or side.

As long as bed

Resides in the dry

And dark, away from stars

And cheery Moon

With her full intent to

Make me 'bey

Lead me now to slumber

I succumb.  Surrender

My thoughts

Remove them with my dusty

Clothes and timeless watch

And dreamlessly

Collapse.

No chance perhaps of

Cover? To blanket out

The stray ramblings 

That still wander aimlessly

Through the fields of thoughts

Like lost sheep.

Counting them never did release

The sleep

Instead it lead to more

Pointless counting 

And thinking

And rambling

And -

Dear God if sleep keeps a man sane

Then mad me not!

For simply sleep is my calling...

Not eternal. Just till dusk

Is dawning and shaking off night,

Carelessly sprinkling his dew

While pulling on morning.

No other mourning is required this night

Thank you Oh Creator.

And with eyes heavy with sleep

I bequest You

Forgive this demanding peasant

Who till now has done nothing

But ask favour.

At las-