Sleep silently stole me from you last night,
And showed me to a steeper, starker place.
I slept, and slimy stalactites dripped sight
Through dreams. I saw a silver carapace
Whence sneaked myself through sleeping surreal light.
Inhale, exhale. I sleep. A ghostly face—
A rose, sibilant nostrils breezing fright.
The night ascertains where the daylight strays.
In all the dreams: a land discarded, long
Before the spring stole swiftly into view—
The misty path, astrewn with song and scree.
O sleep, a sacrifice of safety. Sleep,
My heart, and in your sleeping speak to me.
Stolen from you, the night begins to weep.