Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Midnight: Sleep

From sleep we come and to sleep we return
Someday I'll evade the tendrils of dream.
I'll walk outside to see the sky
That wasn't what it seemed.

When all is peaceful, all is quiet
The sky is bottomless blue
Mysterious wind, the beautiful night
And the stars are winking at you.

So we hide from the sky in our sleep,
Should we be drawn in and lost
Such thoughts crossed my mind as I struggled –
Fighting something that couldn't be fought.

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