The coverlet of night
\nhas exhausted me.
\nTime and again I rose.
\nWhere am I, I asked,
\nand closed my eyes
\nlooking for my sleep world.
\nRooms without hallways.
\nPeople who could answer
\nmy questions.
\nBut the dark had no face.<\/p>\n
The dark made no sound.
\nI was no where between
\nsleep and wakefulness.
\nI begged for slumber
\nto put its lips on my eyes
\nand close them.
\nSomeone to say,
\nyou can walk with me.
\nYou are free to go
\nwhere your heart is.
\nWhere your strength can stand.<\/p>\n
Then, a glow opened the window.
\nI heard the world stirring.
\nThe chirping and yawning of birds.
\nAt last a place where I
\ncould go.
\nA place at the edge of tide,
\nand for an instant I slept
\nand then returned.
\nI woke restored,
\nglued together,
\nas if the light were blessing me
\nand the tracks I left on the night
\nwould glow
\nin the moon light of a meadow.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The coverlet of night has exhausted me. Time and again I rose. Where am I, I asked, and closed my eyes looking for my sleep…<\/p>\n