Goodnight Poem by Christopher Soto

Gentle flowing peace in mind
no troubles here or there.
Voices calling, no ones home
eyelids heavy, falling, closed.

In deepest sleep, in slumber town
the streets are lightly glowing gold.
Silver specks float in the air,
like weightless feathers, no troubles or care.
Onward motion so effortless
no wind or touch on skin.
Clothes-less in comfort, your paradise,
no tensions or stress within.
In trance of mental rest inside your mind you start to roam.
With endless possibilities, engulfed in positivities, imagination now starts to grow.
Forests, dragons, and caves of crystal fire with diamonds of deepest purple and blue with icicles hanging from the starry skies.
Water from the ground-ward up, mountains falling with peace and tranquility.

Rest and recover, for reality awaits.
Live all your desires,
in a bittersweet internal state.