Before sleep.

Before sleep

   Let me not lie here, mulling the day's anger,
   Rehearsing, if there have been such, its tears;
   Let no bitterness beckon, envy linger;
   Save me from Circe's, Medusa's, cruel stares.

   Let me slip to Sleep's Kingdom unencumbered
   By guilt I don't need, by guards who would ask me
   For visas I've lost; let me enter unhindered
   To where I'm at home: let no one suspect me.

   May Kindness take charge then, to see that I'm dipped
   In Oblivion's warm baths; and when I emerge
   Let me wander Love's island, as one who is now
   Released from Doubt's dungeons, manumitted, at large.