The Death of Sleep (poem)

The Death of Sleep

The death of sleep, a little death,
A time outside of time...
And holding hard your dreams, your breath,
Your heart apart from mine.

I watch you falling, far away,
In dark, or crystal fire...
And wond'ring what your nightmares say,
I to your thoughts aspire.

And if you waken with the sound
Of armor'd conflict drawn...
And burning, lash out: strike me down,
I'll hold my hurts till dawn.