The Nest of Sleeping

Sleep came,
and found me in pieces.
Gathering me in its talons,
it brought me to its nest.

Sweet smell in this
aerie dream,
reality becomes soft.
I may lay here....
for all my waking lives.

Sleep and I find sanctuary
in the holes we provide for each other.
As my angel bones
sprout wings,
claws of heightened consciousness
puncture this ethereal mating.

Begging to be left in this slumbering oblivion,
wakefulness, outshining the dark beauty of sleep,
brings in the sun
to heat my bed
and warm reality
to a temperature
I can withstand.
© RachelSent
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