Bleed

So begins this treacherous journey,
Where I fight sleep like a child
And why?
I have no reasons,
But I am torn between my desire
To dream of your face
And my fear that I will dream of your face
For upon waking you would be gone
And I am left lovesick
Like a child once more
So without haste I run!
Phantom, curse of my imagination-
Leave!
And torment me no more
Take what little hope you've placed in me and
Soon I will sleep again
In line with my will to feel the darkness and
soft blanket kindness of a night of rest