To Sleep

The Plough has pinned itself
Less distant now on sheer sky
A burning question hangs oblique

I peer into a shock of air
Tuned to that once radiant red
Somewhere in a haze of quince

Sleep, you cannot traffic dreams
Of that enduring Gaze
Or of a Love so insistent

Leave me to my eyes
Lose to me on this one night
For wonderful reasons

Sumangali Morhall
January 2005