Does it take awhile for sleep to arrive 

after you have slipped into your bed? 

Do you have many pillows to comfort 

your restless head. Do you pull up the 

covers to feel warm and safe? 

Are you the type of sleeper that remains 

in place, or do you shift in the night? 

What thoughts do you host, and do they 

turn into dreams? Do you recall images? 

Are they ever what they seem? 

What would I see if I looked well beyond 

your eyes? Would the sunset be visible? 

Would I be close enough to see a fading 

sky, even clouds that form as a day turns 

into nightfall? Tell me, what would be in 

my sight? Would you softy whisper gentle 

words of good night? I’d let your voice 

carry me away into the deepest thought;

I have many. 

© 2026 j.g. lewis

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