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    sleep comes over me in waves

    billowy, shadow-laden waves

    the color of the sky

                at dusk

    figures dancing in the dark

    dancing in the dark

    in the dark world i enter

    as i search effortlessly for sleep

    flushing out the restlessness

                of my mind      

    easing away the need to think

                or feel anything but

    sleep – which floats over me

                in luscious, fluffy waves

    beckoning me to step into,

    merge into

    another world – the world of one

                who falls

    recklessly to sleep

                not as a means of escape

    no, not to escape

    but for the sheer and certain


    of being enveloped in the


    peaceful arms of


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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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