A nite ahead
With guts to sleep
Away from self
And daily worry
A dream refuge
In mangled white


The daily record
Processed at sleep
The monotonous
and rhythmic tender
replace the plans
At nite’s nirvana


The shaded darkness
Seclusion curtain
For cupid sessions
And shared cure
Conveys the warmth
When sun falls short


The daily struggle
just fades away
for change of stage
in nightly orbit
with roles reversed
in virtual play


A wraith of sleep
In waiting line
For darker days
When bad gets worse
With dawn remote
And no escape