Writing With Your Eyes Closed

I'm sleepy but the night evades me,
Shivering into a bed,
Dozing in dances with daily discoveries,
Those read,
Those bled,
Those unsaid.

My body is achy but the blankets are loose,
And happiness has made itself at home,
In a heart that creaks with each footstep,
Allowing grinning beats to pound the sheets
As they roam.

Eyelashes frame my sight,
But the heart beats have made their own kites,
To fly away with,
While my head lays thinking,
In a bed that's blinking,
With drifting dreams.