Words before Sleep
You go to bed looking forward
to a few good dreams. You feel open-minded,
whatever’s playing will be all right.
Wet dreams are always welcome.
Or the one where you save the earth
from annihilation by making
a great speech.
Immortal dream…
where you find your hands and float free…
the bald newborn sky nothing
but solid light…
and that light all yours.
Please God, not those stings—
not the swarm of bees
angry as a bible.
Tom Snyder: Collected Poems 