September 24, 2015


Tonight I've slept
for hours as if
I were not here,
like the setting sun
once it's disappeared.
Some nights
we emerge from sleep
renewed, but from others
awaken with a start,
as if we'd never succumbed
at all, counting the hours
one by one, until we
drift off, at last,
accepting oblivion
for the gift it is:
a fitting end
to an oft-repeated
and forgotten dream.