Sestina Sleep

The last breath of days upon us,

Seeds of memories against our will,

Heads pressed upon our pillow sleep,

A master of inner cranium design,

Thoughts of fantastic creature and places

Love and wonder sparkling like morning dew.

Upon the night sight bring others dew,

Disguised in darkness creeping near us,

Fights off thoughts of devils design,

Lightly feathered wings of sleep,

Time awakens weakens will,

Breathing is peaceful in these quiet places.

Stream of crystals and garden places,

Mountains rugged, purple-gray misty dew,

Vivid images of knights and castles ravage us,

Imps, witches, savages, of our own design,

Time is mute and space still sleep,

Rambling, fighting, clenched fights of will.

Knights in passing fists of will,

Keeps the demons in their places,

Breasts of silver, blood-like dew,

Swords held high the fight is in us,

Slicing, dicing forceful design,

Riding on unicorn dust, wings of sleep.

Breaking in our minds deep sleep,

Victory triumphant voices will,

Peaceful laughing, smiling with us,

Eyes shine bright within sleeps murky dew,

Demons slayed, return safe protected places,

Patterns in our heads design.

Time for new ideas design,

Unconscious natural state of REM sleep,

Taking on future exciting dangers with enormous will,

The right occasion for such wondrous places,

Small droplets of water dreams of dew,

A vague clarity streaming from us,

All within us achieving a grand design,

Peaceful resurrections will play a cast of valored sleep,

Night’s auspicious places still reminiscent of morning’s dew.