I wonder if the tearful child, not yet perceiving
what it means to fall asleep, might believe she dies
each night. Afraid to go alone, she chokes on her goodbyes,
“Please don’t forget me! O please leave the door ajar!”
But the swallowing Unknown will not share her grieving;
it knows the night is not to fear nor is the dawn too far.

Other poems from Moss Kingdom on the topic of sleep: SleepHymn to Prosperine (After the Proclamation in Rome of the Christian Faith) by Algernon Charles Swinburne There are Moments that Poems are Unworthy OfSpider Dream: a Limerick