As defined by cycles of dreams and dreamless sleep,

And that ever haunting wakefulness;
Seeking solace and asylum in an insomniac heart.
Praying for the confirmation that 
(though all brothers are boats)
Not all departures are shipwrecks.
Resting in palms more accustomed to weapons than weary witches,
Wishing a world without this wartorn worry;
I am again shaped as clay by deified hands.
Heavy with thanks,
For this shelter, patience, and love.