Sonnet IX

However soon that I begin to take
A long awaited rest in my soft bed,
Distressing thoughts go running through my head
In fitful circles.   Please, give me a break!

Then at these times I look into my heart,
And want to do those things I most admire,
And yet I throw away what I desire.
To think on this has split my mind apart.

Come, gentle sleep. Make happy times for me.
Deliver to me peace, tranquility.
And bring me dreams. Then when I close my eyes,

Indulge my battered soul throughout the night.
And if sometimes the truth has taken flight,
Tell me, at least, a few compelling lies!

 

© 2000 Alice Park

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