The bedside lamp will soon be out,
Books and papers stowed away,
And swathed in sheets and darkness
I will peer out at the sway
Of the veil between the nights.
From flitting curtained heights
To mystic sails skimming floor,
The veil is the guardian that separates
Night the Wild from Night Indoor,
Barrier of deep from deep.
I am blanketed and bathed in rest,
Thoughts and feelings stored away,
The lamps of dreaming now are lit.
The veil will peer in at the sway
Of hair between my sleeping breaths.
