TO SLEEPThe dreams that lace my sleep at night
Upend and bend and warp the way I think.
I cannot always get their thoughts quite right
Because my logic at the day won’t link
To juxtapose my laughter and distress.
Dreaming fits it well - so I assess.
It frees great secrets dungeoned deep
That filter out through passageways of sleep
And are returned again all locked away
When mind redresses up to face the day.
