Richard Newman Falling Asleep, A Lullaby
For years now as I’ve lain me down to sleep,
I’ve patted down my mind as well as my bed,
picking one thought to think while falling asleep—
yes, the lovely women I’d love to bed,
but also problem poems, problems at workto mull over before and during sleep.
Tonight, I lie here alone. Nothing works.
Nothing is further away than you and sleep,
no favorite dream to nurse again then dream.Mist thickens to rain as summer turns to fall.
What a beautiful little dream we dreamed.
I lie here thinking of nothing and fallasleep listening to the wind and rain
sounding like nothing but the wind and rain.