To Sleep -- Poem

The time of sands

The sands of time

The open road was never mine,

The last resort was never here

I sleep though I’m consumed with fear.

The dreams will come

The dreams insist,

They show me now the life I missed

To stand alone with others near,

I sleep though I’m consumed with fear.

So morning comes

So morning calls

The night-time from my memory falls,

The light abounds and seems so clear

I sleep though I'm consumed with fear.