A Sonnet About Your Face

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