Night falls clumsily,
tripping over every wink, and blink, and nod.
A nocturnal clod, cohort of the sandman,
deliverer of sleep and nightly nocturnal visions.
My mattress beckons,
soft and trance inducing,
seducing me with thoughts of slumber.
And if I should such sleep require,
do I venture yet to dream?
For my nights used to provide
essential rest for my survival,
but most times I feel deprived of repose
for reasons not so clear
when nightly noises reverberate in my ear.
At times I find myself nodding
off to a place midway between
hibernations and dawning,
third star to the right,
and straight on ‘til morning.
These short catnaps are wonderful things
until my internal timepiece
loses moments to a snoring snooze.
But, fall asleep I do!
This creative soul tosses and turns
in Technicolor dreams, disrupted
by disorders of the night.
A narcoleptic siege pulls my eyelids shut.
Anytime, every time, anywhere, everywhere.
Disruptive sleep apnea
slaps them right open into
a sleepless stare.
CPAP be damned
if insomnia pays a call
and curse the midnight hour
should I take a somnambulistic fall.
Were I to approach a drowse tainted state,
my RLS will shake me, wake me kicking and flailing.
And then I remember the REM
and I slip into dream stage
as rapidly as my eyes can move.
One evening, I can fly.
No wings, no plane, just a soar
into the wild blue yonder…
There’s a loving reunion.
Sandy beach, roaring surf
and you back at my side…
A chase ensues, thrilling
and suspenseful, dangerous
and life threatening…
I’m riding on a bullet train,
the red-eye to morning,
strafe with innuendo…
Erotic arousals
in exotic locales,
every night…
Free-falling from the pinnacle
of an endless precipice
jolted awake by the treacherous landing…
Caught in a sensuous embrace
with a ravenous vixen.
We inch close to that passionate kiss…
…and my damn alarm
gives me a rude awakening.
Sleepus Interruptus!
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