I Thought You Are Asleep My Dear Friend Poem by RIC BASTASA

two o'clock in the morning
snow must be colder and thicker
but your eyes are awake
like an empty basin still
wanting to be full of the
day's warm air, but my dear
you need sleep and you
must now sleep and be
with your colored dreams
they shall speak like friends
with gossamer wings,
and some will be like jokers
and princes, and princesses

sleep now my dear friend,
you need them to guide you
what poem to write next
when another morning breaks
again in the shutters of your mind.

sleep now, step into the world
of magic, the garden of fantasy.

who knows someone so lovely
waits for you there, saying hey!