One sleep depletes, another fills the well


Our night's companion shapes the coming day.


My bed this morning grew drafty as a cell


When you took off for town. I couldn't stay.

Our night's companion shapes the coming day,


And where we make our bed can make us weep.


When you took off for town, I couldn't stay.


I fell into these words - a second sleep.

Where we make our bed can make us weep


Or leave us a clean and clear and ravenous.


I fell into these words - a second sleep,


A summer sleep, the windows generous.

You left me clean and clear and ravenous.


I drank new air, a warm and welcome stream


Of summer sleep, the windows generous.


Here or away, you lead me out of dream.

I drank new air, a warm and welcome stream.


My bed this morning grew drafty as a cell.


Here or away, you lead me out of dream.


One sleep depletes, another fills the well.

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