Eyes burn softly in the midnight hour. Dry stillness consumes. Sleep awaiting, Beckoning. Create your own world. Silent thoughts. I pause. Slow breath. Passion. Take time to rest. Alight the flames of wonder and cry no more. Excessive errors fade. Calming arms of bed. Slumber. Blissful peace. Dereliction of the attitude to fight begins. A tide of warmth from toe to head. Slunken muscles ignore the world. Chest rises. Chest falls. Eyes close. The light flickers & dims. No cares, no more. No rules, no deeds. Slipping under. A gradual weight lies down. A final breath. & the now is lost. Self unchained. Slowly, freedom soars. & Sleep ~ a simple time when Peace exists.
© ed simkins