The soft, slow, down-tumble
From the cool side of the pillow
Into the dark recesses of sleep
Is velvet smooth and non- abrading.
A digital demon of the dark chasm,
Presses the “app” for confused reality
Bringing disquietude, but also peace.
Sunrays of sound, cordant and discordant
Night beams of joy, also painful loss
A random collage of personal memories
The shifting days of joy and sorrow,
The reunion of deceased with the living.
(Leonard N. Shapiro, October, 2019)