Portland Haiku

why do i do this?
staying up late, past bedtime.
running out of steam…

loss of sleep growing,
building to a heightened state.
constant fuzziness.

sleep dances so near,
and far. in and out it goes.
dancing, teasing me.

late, so many ways.
tired, sleepy, but happy.
time for bed it seems.

wondering how long
calm will last in my household.
the child sleeps, for now.

a day starts early,
but not until tomorrow.
i think i shall sleep.

work, and sleep lacking.
a tired mind and body.
rest is calling me.

tired body, mind.
seeking a point to stop and rest.
sleep is beckoning.

sleep beckons, i listen.
my eyes weigh heavily down
on my soft pillow.

day turns to evening
sun sets as sleep approaches
begin fresh again