The Nocturnal Regime

Diurnal, nature's early damsel, donned in dew and vivid peach, I am in need of dawning's candle; humor me as I beseech. Amidst thy gown I often ponder, musing on the great "to be." 'Tis true, in thought I tend to wander when amongst thy company. Alas, Nocturnal's robe lies rigid on the quarters of my sleep! His garb represses thought--so frigid are the kernels of my keep! I can no longer bear the torment that escorts a smothered mind, for when one sleeps with theory dormant-- evening peace one cannot find. Why doth such darkness bear a beacon brilliant like a sterling gem? Why doth such radiance not weaken what I feel when cloaked by him? Dost not thou give the moon its polish, though the distance holds thy light? If so, then with that sphere, abolish all his sabotage tonight! Too long have I, a pensive person, been condemned to sleep as such. I wish for not my rest to worsen: won't thou reprimand his touch? I beg of thee: repeal my prison, purge me of its blank regime, and grant my slumber nightly visions-- be they sweet or bitter dreams!