The long journey
Sleep.
Yawning, eyelids falling.
Curling into a tiny cocoon.
Comfort under crisp clean sheets.
Drift and wander slowly into
coma time known as sleep.
Dream.
Eyeballs in turbulence.
Beneath the mind’s eye shutters.
Like a ghost dressed in white satin.
The mind starts to flow into mist.
Clutching its lantern.
Search.
For light, for solace, for warmth.
Walking into a world of unknowns.
Death or darkness; adventure or fun.
Freedom at last; completely alone.
Only an urge to run.
Run.
Or fly as free as a bird.
In another life, another time.
Let all time flow unobscured.
Millions of thoughts in an infinite flight.
A mind that has been lured.
Reality.
To dream, a slumber asunder, to wake.
Start to stir; yawning tiredness sigh.
New light falls on blinking eyelids.
Tired of hours of travel and sin.
There ends a wild journey of sleep.
___________________________
Thanks for reading! Enjoyed it? Share it — or follow me on Twitter or Medium
