Bedtime

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With a brush of my hand

I turn the light

to darkness.

And in that moment,

as all the images

fade to black,

what remains are the bits

and pieces my mind

has saved up all day

for just this moment.

Pictures and stories

that stumble about,

keeping me awake.

A panoply of visions

and dreams that shun

the light of day,

but now dance about

like newly wakened vampires,

only to melt away

with the first hint

of sunrise.