How sweet it is to close one's weary eyes,
In the night of bright stars, and dream of things
That make our hearts delight and spirits rise,
And free us from the troubles that life brings.

But sleep is not so easy to attain;
It's now a lost dream when worries abound.
When anxieties and fears our minds restrain,
And keep us tossing in our beds unsound.

Yet sleep can also bring us dreadful dreams,
That haunt our nights and make us fear the dark.
But there is something stronger than it seems:
It is the hope that lights our inner spark.

So when the night is dark and sleep is far,
We hold on to the hope that is our star.

#sonnet #sleep

© Nik Celeste