The Moment (villanelle)

A moment, so brief so small, just before sleep
The velvet blanket of night slides over my eyes
And into my mind, vague dreams begin to creep.

I lie so still, beyond the time of counting sheep
The last few breaths before my conscious dies—
A moment, so brief so small, just before sleep.

Awake, no, nor am I in a slumber deep
Cocooned in blankets my body lies
And into my mind, vague dreams begin to creep.

A whoosh, a whisper, in my mind such sounds seep
A half-forgotten memory softly cries
Just a moment, so brief and small, just before I sleep.

Susurrations mutter, flutter, and darkly weep
Trapped inside this space of time, ever nigh
And into my mind, these vague dreams still do creep.

Oh, ephemeral moment, drag me down this slope so steep
Take me down to where my subconscious flies
A moment, so brief so small, just before I sleep
Into my mind, these vague dreams begin to creep.