Sleepwalking On Twilight Street

It seemed the day would never end. Murphy's Law had been my friend. Phones that rang, needy voices, terrible choices, Undone chores, a heartache sore, even more. Problems still unsolved, Issues not resolved. A troubled day, a weary brain. I couldn't wait to hide, ....escape That night I tumbled in between the sheets. At last, ... I fell to slumber's keep. From blurry depth's of morning's stupor, Where consciousness droops in a vague defeat, I arose once more to light and meaning, The familiar voice of twilight street: A dog's gruff bark; the sound of tears, A rasp of a broom that sweeps the years Tramping feet, and shifting gears; And rippled laughs of childish jeers... Deep was the vaporous peace of my dreams, Where angst nor fear won't be discerned. My life called back from twilight sleep, I return once more to face the street Back on the road to reality.... ............... For the Sleepwalk Contest: Sponsored by Craig Cornish