...sleep...
my head tips forward
my chin hits my chest
my eyelids weigh a hundred pounds
i'd like to see you keep them open
first one yawn then another
my eyelashes brush against my cheek
my arms are heavy
and my feet sluggish
i can barely drag myself
another step
finally, i collapse
and sprawl where i am
without thought
for comfort
or warmth
so tired am i
i do not move
i use my arm for a pillow
as my eyelids fall closed
and my breathing steadies
i am borne on the wings
of slumber
to the land of dreams
and. . . finally. . .
i. . . . . .
. . . . . . . .
sleep. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .