A weary tide breaks through the realm,
and suspends the mind in recurrent fate,
distract the conscious state of living being,
to form the rejuvenation slumber create.
In sudden twitch the hallucination finds,
light pierce into darker shadows of the mind,
and sleep conserve the energy which defines,
the sensory strength activity suspend.
In awareness of memorable dreams made,
time elapse into spheres of hypnotize power,
Counting prismatic stars into infinity fade,
Spinning tricks on icy clouds of fire.
With feelings without fear, we go anywhere,
on a journey through the mind; sleeping fine,
illusions dropp down into similar nightmare,
and the powers we possess takes us out in time.
To forget the furious under delirious breathe,
silence draw the slain day into another night,
right where sleep can walk with death and myth,
and elude the illusive fear to merge into light.
From the hour we awake with eyes deeper in debt,
the water stilled in tears wash dreams from sleep,
and count the hours we go back to the reposeful gift,
until the counting down stoop in silence to weep.
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