Waiting for Morpheus
At night, in bed, I toss and turn
and find it hard to go to sleep.
Without success I try to read
a Number-one best-seller book
which is all about violent crime.
I'm wide alert and my eyes burn,
I focus hard on counting sheep.
A shepherd will cautiously lead
the flock over a bubbling brook
whilst the sheep bells chime.
Waiting for Morpheus to return
I feel that I could start to weep
if my request does not succeed
and that god does cock a snook
keeping me awake for all time.
The fold has now gone. I yearn
for a dormancy that's truly deep
and which will be a bliss indeed
after the insomnia that shook
the spirit of a man in his prime.
© Luigi Pagano 2019