Light filling my tired eyes, penetrating the sleepiness
inside, mind falling slowly, diving into the vestures
of awakened sleep.
Boundaries of total abandonment lie within reach, but
are left to drift relentlessly as dreams fill an entire
mind.
Not quite awake, the limpness of inert responses does
not equate in the conscious mind.
Solemnly floating, ever deeper beneath the fringe of
unconsciousness, finding myself drifting off in restless
slumber.
Not awakening until the morrow shines it's daily dose of
sun through my window, gently warming my body into opening
it's heavy eyelids.
Hidden focus of sleep, comes alive in nighttime dreams,
waking to find none of it is real.
A period of rest is all that is meant to be taken from
sleepful peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem