To sleep…

i will write no more…

for sleep beckons with warmth
and promises of
peaceful slumber

and though the couplets
waltz hand in hand

and imagery sings wittily
with coy metaphors

and though the muses
swirl alluringly by

and the rubious rhymes
taste sweet and tartly

i will write no more…

heavy clouds sit upon my eyelashes
and drowsiness tugs me gently away
with soft zephyr whispers

and though my pen persists
the dream sands engulf me
from a far off oasis

and so i will write no more
no more
no

for now