I want to sleep

I want to sleep, surrounded
By books of poetry.
Lush volumes and lean
Prowling pages piled up.
Stack by stack of meter,
Rhyme,
Ridiculous
Stanzas of tomfoolery.
Love and anguish, dreams
Through my dreams, night
Upon every sleep-guarded night.

I do not think I am telling a story here, but setting a scene. The vision (if you want to call it that, and I might as well) came to me slowly as I drifted off to sleep one night. Those sorts of sleepy, hazy thoughts don’t often hang around after the sun comes up. This one did, and so I wrote down the first two lines. The rest slowly drifted together other the course of a couple of days.