into sleep

on these things
you think of,
memories, kind
and sweet.
the friends who have
washed away
on some distant
wave.
the bustle of time,
of youth
spent.
the blessings of people,
who come,
who leave.
on these things,
you take
to bed, to the pillow,
the sheets.
to the dark
room
that holds you as
slip into a welcoming
sleep.