The Dream (Antonio Cortina Farinos)
Sleep is the enemy of my devotion, Which wanes not with the fading of the day. I reckon no more efficacious potion Than love, for keeping slumber's darts at bay. For when the dark assaults of heavy lids Would rob me of my memory of you, My mind's eye's waking dream beckons and bids Me back, hold fast these thoughts I hold onto. Then slowly, surely, inching by degrees The foe of my nocturnal vigil gains The vict'ry, binding heart and mind in chains, The captive of unconscious whim and ease. But sleep's a generous tyrant, granting what I wish in dreams, which waking, I have not.
Deftly written as always, Thomas, but I loved the volta. Didn't see it coming! And yes, as a night owl myself, I certainly commiserate.