If I knew I were to die in my sleep
Would I stay awake just to see your face
In the morning light? And if I choose sleep
Will I dream of you, each part of your face?
If I fall, undecided, will I sleep
To dark death, oblivious to your face?
If I lie still, surrender, drift to sleep,
Will I hold the memory of your face?
Or will it stop, a billboard in my sleep,
Leaving me searching mirrors for your face?
If I dab at the powder to ward off sleep,
Will I swirl and forget and flush your face?
And if I choose to neither wake nor sleep,
Memories of your face I'll hope to keep