Sleepless Night

 

She snores a wagon train
to the realm of dreams,
a world lost to me who lies
with his head between
pillows
  sleepless.

There she is no stranger
where immortal friends
wear the masks of the characters
she must live with
when
  she wakes.

I can't achieve the peace of sleep
tonight. I am a stranger
in the world I walk.
I seem to become smaller
or more
  fearful

in the waking roar where
she holds her own and I
cannot let mine go.
In sleep I dare not travel
lest I
  journey

past the necessary morning.
Others worry about the
demons in the shadows.
My terrible solitude is in
the solid
  day.