falling to dream

Written by: David Pennington

I lay awake, with eyes closed in anticipation of reaching 
that always familiar 
euphoric feeling. 
It is a place where the world  is quiet,  sparking memories 
of a falling snow covering 
brown fields of hay. 
Roof tops of houses are graced by a pure, clean blanket of  
white, blinding, mystical 
crystals. 
All of my worries, are drifting away peacefully. 
My mind empties into a clear soothing pool of silence. 
That one second. The second that splits an ever so fine 
line.
 A line that is the dividing  euphoria, and a spacious field of 
darkness soon to give 
way to dreaming. 
A line which cannot be measured by mortal  means.