Sleep

There is not much better than a good sleep
falling into a deep slumber, drifting into the minds retreat
relaxing as the moonlit night plays its tune
so why does it elude me so, I ask the moon
 

Not much compares to a good snooze
when the day is done, and your brain wants to cruise
to float on cotton clouds, as day becomes a memory
so why does it elude me, cause such misery
 

All day felt my eyes start to drop
the lids begin to sag as my brain crawls to a stop
all I need is a quick doze
so why does it elude me so when my eyes close

I just wish for dream rivers in bliss
under pastel painted skylines, in dreams we kiss
a landscape of imagination, monuments built of candy confection
a place of great reflection and sheer perfection

I just want a storybook fiction
delivered like a movie that I live in
crazy mixed up fantasy lands
where up is down and we live on purple sands

So why does it elude?
what is with my mood
why does the mind pick right now to inspire
to give me words to write even as I tire

When the clock is advancing
and sunlight is dancing
on the horizon the day emerges
revitalised as the sleep avoids my urges

The constant rumble of voices fill me with dread
like a freight train running through my head
collecting thoughts at every stop
each station a new crop
more noise to kill the thoughts of sleep
until the night returns, and I again try counting sheep

Thanks for reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.