As one who, reading late into the night, <br />When overcome by sleep, turns off the light <br />And yields whatever he can sense by sight <br /> <br />To what the gates of ivory or of horn <br />Will send him, sightless as a child unborn, <br />To goad, amuse, remind, reveal or warn, <br /> <br />So may I turn a light off and embrace <br />With resignation, better still with grace, <br />The dreamless sleep that all awake must face.<br /><br />David Berman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grace-37/
