This Constant Me Poem by Ray Sinclair

I lie in bed, my minds a race
the day's passed by at such a pace.
Stillness …how I long to be
to put an end to this constant me.

Slowly, gently, dark's veil,
sleep is coming, moonlight pale.
Light is fading, closing eyes,
discursive thoughts are none to wise.

Relax… time to let go,
rest, retreat from today's show.
Finally … a place to dream,
With golden threads, so serene.

Deeper still…stage beyond all,
thoughts have gone, I cannot fall.
Body no longer to give a care
Where I've gone, I know not where.

Morning light creeps in so slow,
body wakes its time to go.
Busy mind has no time today,
it never does, must think away.

I lie in bed my minds a race,
for the day gone by at such a pace.
Stillness… is how I long to be,
to put an end to this constant me.

Written by Ray Sinclair on 16/10/13
© Ray Sinclair