Sigh...

Friday, October 01, 2004

Sleep

I sink down
Into the sweet still softness of sleep
It beckons me
With whispers of dreams so deep
It caresses my skin
Runs its fingers through my hair
Lush promises of loveliness
Are uttered in my ear
Sleep softens the edges
Of a brutal and blunt existence
A brief respite in time
A void of non-resistence
It holds me tight in its embrace
Like the arms of an intimate lover
I close my eyes and release myself
To the hold of sleep like no other

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