Tears In Sleep

All night the cocks crew, under a moon like day,

And I, in the cage of sleep, on a stranger's breast,

Shed tears, like a task not to be put away—-In the false light, false grief in my happy bed,

A labor of tears, set against joy's undoing.

I would not wake at your word,

I had tears to say.

I clung to the bars of the dream and they were said,

And pain's derisive hand had given me

From the night giving off flames, and the dark renewing.