Lights Out

I have come to the borders of sleep,

       The unfathomable deep

      Forest where all must lose

    There way, however straight,

      Or winding, soon or late;

        They cannot choose.

 

        There is not any book 

       Or face of dearest look

    That I would not turn from now 

        To go into the unknown

      I must enter and leave alone

            I know not how.