The Disintegration of Sleep

Sleep like a delicately poised

Dew drop – an universe about to crumble

A moment forever melting away into oblivion

Into silence from white noise

An eternity in the making

Up to that wishful moment

When coffee kicks in and

The silence eclipses, the melting is complete, the

Crumble no more, the dear dew drop evaporates

Into this multifarious period of waking.