Sleep
So often sort but never found for long ... I rejoice in its gentle arms, soothed and safe, I drift off to the play land of my subconscious. At the whim of flight and fancy I live a thousand lives, become a thousand people ... meet gods, mythical and mysterious. Oh at times I wish to stay, with loved ones passed, sweeping the starry sky without wings I feel the wind upon me, the chill of night but yet exhilarate in sensation. I give birth to a thousand thoughts and yet I wake to find me still the same, though a secret smile hides within me for all that I have experienced in the place of dreams.