willingly, each night we fade,
drifting out from structured thought
into yawning oblivious depth:
willingly, our greatest fears embraced
(in such mini-deaths) and
that very fear withheld
due to such familiar occasion.
as we fall from knowings reach,
dream smeared thoughts soften
realities keen edge,
so that:
in this warm, comfortable place
(of indifference)
we drift contently in
incoherent bliss
Well, I'm going to be seeing things very differently before I go to sleep tonight! I enjoyed this. Hugs Anna xxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I would have loved this early this am falling into restless sleeps after hours of white pages at PH.~~~~~~~~~~I love this and I love dreams, wherein with, if we're fortunate, the sad ones are replaced with peaceful images............this is nice..........mm. :)