Awake . . . 
My eye are open
My mind is still sleeping;
In a way.
I want to go back to sleep;
Still I am here…
Creating…
Not very well . .
I’d venture, right now.
This is not my time . . .
Of day.
Noon . . .
It is better for me;
My time of day.
Aw, to be young again.
Nap . . .
What a beautiful word!
We dreaded as children;
We cling to as adults.
Sleep . . .
It is so wonderful;
When it is good.
We often have to seek it;
To force it . . .
Even when we are tired.
Eluding . . .
For too many of us.
The world has been anxious;
Steals our calm . . .
Affects our sleep.
Dis-ease . . .
Because we are not . . .
At ease, at all.
We are afraid;
We cannot rest or relax.
Sleep…

How do we get there?
How do we relax, again?