A+Sestina+for+3+in+the+Morning

Civilization is resting its head Society has turned off its light The rest of the world has gone off to a dream So as to hide from the oblivion of the night Yet there are still some stirring, contemplating the dark And wishing for the void of sleep

The endless, miraculous deception of sleep For most is found when they lay down their head But it leaves some staring up at the dark Wishing for the morning to never bring light For the sole purpose and comfort of the night To them is elusive as a dream

While others fill their heads with dreams Those some search desperately for sleep Finding no comfort in the lonely night In any place besides their own head And the loneliness brings to light Thoughts that were meant to stay in the dark

Everything is emphasized when the world is dark As monstrous as a soured dream The two faced beast is made of light It keeps away sleep But soothes the worries of our head And gives a shape to the receding night

A sense of weariness is brought out in the night Comforted by the softness of the dark For those who are not able to rest their heads And give their life away to dream For those whose holy grail is sleep Which they will seek until the light

There are those whose greatest joy is light And those who see it bleeding into the night Waking all those who sleep And chasing away the dark Those whose greatest dream Is being able to rest their head

To sleep and perchance to dream But so much light has filled their head That it chases away the gentle dark that lies in the night