I have come to the borders of sleep,
Yet my eyes will not close.
I am wondering why.
Was it what I ate tonight?
Or the wine that I drank;
Or perhaps the heat of the day
Which has continued till now.
I’m wondering. Why?
Is it the warmth of the body
Now slumbering next to my own?
Or the beams of bright light
Filtering through to my face
From the round golden Moon
Which I’ve watched half the night
As the eclipse passed mysteriously by.
I’m wondering why.
Or maybe, just maybe,
’twas the movie we watched:
a classic whodunit, but gory and bloody
and full of strange spirits.
We both were excited, but scared just the same.
I’m still not asleep and I’ve counted more sheep;
Done deep respirations and tried to relax
But still I’m not sleeping
And wondering why.
We put out the light and turned off the cat
So why am I bothering any more about that?
And now it is raining, a little at first,
And now there is more and the wind’s getting up
And keeping me wakeful
The more I ignore it.
We’re away in the morning – a holiday trip;
Our bags ready-packed, await in the hall,
But now I’m remembering, now wide awake,
I should take a towel and my swimmers forgotten.
Need some more money; there’s never enough.
Won’t worry right now cos I’m trying to sleep.
Will the taxi come early? Or late?
We’ll need to have breakfast
And time to wash up.
The sheets are all ruffled,
The doonah too heavy,
It’s no wonder I’m restless
Yet bordering on sleep.
BUT I CAN’T !
I can’t . . . I can’t . . .
The clock . . . says . . . three . . .
Three . . . I forgot . . . forget . . .
For . . . ever . . . and . . . ever . . .
Aa . . .m . . .en . . .