Sleep

I climb into my bed
and try to turn off my mind
Try to block out the world
try to leave things behind

As I snuggle in my quilt
and close my eyes
I think of my virtues
and ponder on my vice (s)

My mind wanders into
crooked little streets of thought
And I wonder about avarice
wonder what money has ever bought

I dream of happiness
and the simpler things in life
And scoff at how for the foolish
happiness has never sufficed

For they chase money
and success and the rest
And they make their peace with
nothing but the best

But health and joy
do not bow at their behest
They can't predict life
or any of fate's tryst (s)

I dream of mountains
and seas and volcanoes
I dream of boats
and yatchs and canoes

I dream of men 
and I dream of wine
I dream of nature
of space and of time

My train of thought has lost
all reason or rhyme
I slip into unconsciousness
as I curl my spine

I drop into a slumber
and my mind draws a blank
And the seed of my dreams
lie in my mind, dormant

But the fabric of my dreams
still strong and bright
Is stowed away in my mind
for a yet another night