Mary Lee Mattison

And so another day winds down.
But I am not yet ready to still my mind.
Not yet ready to relax my waking grip-
to drift the way-worn currents and eddies of forgetful sleep.
For with letting go, I must bid, “Fare ever well” to this day’s promise. And slip back one day farther, from my dreams fulfilled.
For it is here in waking that I truly dream.
My sleep is no more than a ghostly veil. Dissolving in the dawn
like mist on the fens.

The salty, sea breeze cools the air.
The city sounds are hushed to welcome quiet.
Daylight creatures have long since found their beds.
A lonely car breaks the stillness…Then is gone
My sleepy cat wonders at my delay-
Still, I cannot let go The Dream. To sleep perchance to dream?
Or ‘To sleep perchance to wake, to dream again?’

But, that I will pursue tomorrow…
For I see that they have come for me at last!
They whisper, “Greetings,” from their wooden shoe.
Their golden nets are poised and ready. And I shall make them wait no longer… For sleep’s tide is on the ebb
And we have Stars to Catch! #