My Restless Sleepless Soul : Creative Writing

Sleep is still most perfect when it is shared with a beloved. The warmth, the security and peace of soul, the utter comfort from the touch of the other, knits the sleep, so that it takes the body and soul completely in its healing.

Ooooo Where are you Mr. Sandman,  when I so badly need your warmth, security, comforting touch?  

Restless...pacing the floor  Sleepless night in Austin, Texas

A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by
One after one... the sound of rain, and bees
Murmuring,  the fall of rivers, winds and seas,
Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky -
I've thought of all by turns, and still I lie
Sleepless...

Sleep, rest of things, O pleasing Deity
Peace of the soul, which cares dost crucify,
Weary bodies refresh and mollify.....I Wish

O sleep, O gentle sleep,
Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down
And steep my sense in forgetfulness? PLEEEASE!

last night, and two nights more I lay,
And could not win, Sleep, by any stealth
So do not let me wear to-night away.
Without you, sleep, what is all the morning's wealth?
Come, blessed barrier between day and day,
Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health

I missed the train to Sleepytown

But no one ever is allowed in Sleepytown, unless
He goes to bed in time to take the Sleepytown Express!

How do people go to sleep?  I'm afraid I've lost the knack.  I might try busting myself smartly over the temple with the night-light.  I might repeat to myself, slowly and soothingly, a list of quotations beautiful from minds profound... if I can remember any of the damn things...

The feeling of sleepiness when you are not in bed, and can't get there, is the meanest suckiest feeling in the world.