SONNET LXXIX - DISTRACTION

another day is done, and here I lie
alone in bed, as darkness steals in
it's one day closer to the day I die
when Fate's sharp shears snip through my thread so thin
sweet sleep, my only comfort and escape,
that blackest void of bliss, will soon descend
and give that distant nightmare clearer shape
as I turn one page closer to The End
but if I had your loving form to hold
and felt your body's sensual caress
your warmth would shield from the creeping cold
and somehow looming death would matter less
   though it may be a wishful fantasy
   it's real enough to soothe this misery