As it is

Sometimes, I become darkness,
and the night passes through me
in silent footsteps,
into the densest fabric of sleep,
light as a dream, deep as meaning.

And in it, I am alive.
I become a forest. A home of fireflies.
Intoxicated as a drunkard,
in a leaf I ink myself!
   I have not slept in ages love, let me rest tonight.

Tomorrow, I am again awake -
Not for a snowflake, not to money-make,
but for my own sake!