She Of Lucidity Poem by eve Taylor

Off to sleep,
with eyes wide,
chance of demise,
perhaps a sweetly surprise,
she quietly surrenders,
simply to night,
gentle is her calm,
cept for a slight,
howling of wind,
while night seeps in,
she shivers in her skin,
anticipation of where,
she knows one thing,
she'll soon be there,
drifting sweetly away,
where she's to go,
knowing only,
no one knows,
for it always seems,
an unscheduled dream.