For Jane Spigarelli (1966-2011)

My time in Barnes and Noble was fruitful. I forgot to take my copy of The Night Circus but it’s on the Barnes and Noble bestseller list, so it was easy to borrow a copy for a while. It’s a literary novel; and so, it’s not driven by the story. Some of the imagery is gorgeous, and I enjoy reading it when it’s in front of me but so far I have not felt compelled to seek out my copy when it’s not. Still, it gave me time to think about writing, and I managed to get some done. Before I left, I wrote a tribute to my friend on her blog, and posted this song to her by Eric Whitacre, set to the poem Sleep by Charles Anthony Silvestri.

SLEEP

The evening hangs beneath the moon,
A silver thread on darkened dune.
With closing eyes and resting head
I know that sleep is coming soon.

Upon my pillow, safe in bed,
A thousand pictures fill my head,
I cannot sleep, my mind’s a-flight
And yet my limbs seem made of lead.

If there are noises in the night,
A frightening shadow, flickering light;
Then I surrender unto sleep,
Where clouds of dream give second sight.

What dreams may come both dark and deep,
Of flying wings and soaring leap
As I surrender unto sleep,
As I surrender unto sleep.


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