“To sleep, perchance to dream”, he said.
And I’m hoping for the sweet dreams implied,
ready to welcome them to my bed
like the tree welcomes its leaves.
But I cannot choose them,
cannot control them,
cannot prevent them
turning to nightmares
that wake me
screaming and sweating
night after night.
And I cannot choose
the time when the long sleep
and take me to my final bed
holding the flowers tight in my boney hand.