But a Whisper

O gentle sleep. Most precious of secrets Carefully placed between sunlight and twilight’s touch of warm air and wet kiss Asunder from me, Yet all of me woven into a spiders web of silken spun strings. Reliving each and every moment in one’s lifetime. Again, then yet again. Bizarre creatures I’ve created, shouting messages of concern. The very monsters that haunted my childhood. Now offering guidance, sworn allegiance to me for they know they have been conquered, so long ago. A maestros wand, weaves a tapestry so intricate. Each line intersects. Yet does not interfere with one another. O welcome sleep. With each worry and every dream. Days labor comes to end On soft pillows where I’m lead towards a fantasy, I must then, take part in an eternal play Filled with obscurity and dismay In search of meanings to each day.