Although I am sleepy as a wet dove,
there moves within my heart
a cool softness
breezy and awake.
Gentleness pervades
the night, the neighbors
talking, the absences around
me now.
Full of not much
is how and where
i like to begin
this tender
song
of sleep.
Pillow and fresh sheets
await the pleasing
of my body
my mind
my oh so easy
letting
go.
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