As/Is







6.22.2006


Sonnet Sleep

The long gift of dream,
if not desire, then good
or lovely things-

sweet, gold
goddess of evening

steals in
capturing

the purpled city,
its dim-lit towers.

Each mountain's wings,
saffron-flowered robes

and mouths of light
(sleep's drifting motion)

loose as longing, open
smoked-stained eyes

identical to breathing...
lightly, lightly fall.