Good nap, my fellow —
my tool of the entrenched mind.

To be is best, but to dream — ah, there it is.

The mind must play while the eyes go dark, so that what has been learned during the day — through experience and through life’s long love — may be made clear. In sleep, one works through all lessons in the most enchanted way that biology gives him.

He is not a rogue.
He is not the thief of the night.
He is not the Grand Duke of the Duchess who lay spread.

He is just a man.

But in his thoughts and in his dreams, he can be all that is said and more.

And then he truly, truly awakens — just a man again —
to take on life’s chores.