Sleep
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
pleasure
of being enveloped in the
sweet
peaceful arms of
sleep.
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