Settling down for the night

Still as a hushed sigh
I slide into the quiet
And the darkness tonight.
Settling for sleep,
The ordinary mercy of
Seven hours' oblivion.
And not the bare
Bodkin, the longer quietus.
It has no allure
These days, that dream;
I am too old
To long for such things
When I know
They are coming
Anyway.  So settling
In the hushed dark tonight
For sleep
And the merciful cliché.
Tomorrow's another day.