Strawberry Gummies

I am tired-my whirling head
And all my bones are sick for bed;
And so I’ll leave them now, and leap
To cool translucencies of sleep.

And there I’ll lie like some great trout,
Who scarcely breathing lies suspended
In restful waters safe and deep,
Feeling sunlight through his sleep.

And in the morning it will be
As though I felt, but could not see
Warm waters passing over me,
As I slowly rise until
I am awake against my will —

With my brain well breakfasted
On some airy figs and cream,
Or bright icing off a dream.


Sleep, by Dorothy Keeley Aldis