Relief from Love

The coat of day 
Is much too bright 
For the occasion of my life 
All these technicolor horrors
Demanding light

For my eyes to rest upon myself 
All glare must cease
Above me now is not one star
So I know peace

I find it more and more true 
What Borges said:
The relief of sleep 
Is to forget what we love

And so it must be with the dead.