Let the night
prowl freely now.
Let me crawl silently
Into bed, a nest of pillows,
This day is done ,
Let me find succour
In technicolour flights of fancy,
That only the prussian blue
Of dark bestows.
So much done ,
So much half done ,
Where the compass points
To rest,
I have yet to discover.
So let me hover
Between sleep and waking ,
Between dreams and dying ,
And search for peace
In the prism of the night.