sleep evades me.

yet, when sleep finally decides to take hold,
gently pulling me beneath four layers of coherency,
i wish to never wake.

my wishes are not to be granted.
the sun, without failing,
peeps her golden rays across my shades.
shadows and highlights laugh at me
as they flit across my lashes,
urging me to rise and walk through yet another day.

so, i will. thank you jesus for another day.
your mercies are new each morning.