If I walk out of my room

In a daze, without saying a word,

I’m only sleepwalking.

It’s best that you don’t wake me.

If I go down as far as the turn row,

Where the light of the moon

Shows me hazy and spectral,

Don’t shake me

Til long after I’ve made it

Down the aisle,

To the place where the hay shocks 

Stand like groomsmen

Awaiting me,

Long after I’ve made my sacred vows,

And the stringed quartet

Has taken its bows,

And the receptionists swoon.

Don’t force me to wake or to speak too soon,

Or ever, til long after the honeymoon is over.

I’m only sleep walking,

So please don’t wake me

Til June, or July or 

Maybe the following May,

Or if that’s too far gone,

Give me at least til tomorrow night.

-jenn