Amongst Sleep
I am conscious of the passing minutes
which bind me to a sleep-filled night.
I say to myself that restful hours are crucial,
so that I may use the coming day wisely.
I enjoy the anticipation of sleep
and the snug warmth of the cascading bed sheets
about my unrested self.
Then in such moments, I look forward to the vivid
journey of dreams, that I hope will accompany me
through the darkness.
I love the freedom of dreams and the many persona's
I get to play.
I'm no actress, yet in my dreams I play a perfect part:
even as I fly in the twilight.
Awakening in the night is not a rare occurrence,
and I find my mind travelling past each dream
like a slide-show.
I sometimes envy who I am in my dreams:
some of the beautiful landscapes I get to see.
In day time hours as the rain falls down my window,
I smile knowingly that such landscapes aren't so far away
after all.
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