When I was a child
I fought sleep, avoided counting sheep.
saw the void.
and away from it I would leap
Wanting to stay
forever awake,
to not avert my eyes from this vast lake
of life. Now, I embrace
any chance of a nap I can take,
to let those moonbeams
Trickle their tickling magic stardust glow.
I follow the dream light
wherever it tells me to go.
Sleep is a magical space,
where wonders never cease.
At the dark end
of a twisted street,
where this beast rests his feet,
he sees the beauty, waving to greet.
His belle of the night, she waits beneath
the stars of the mind,
twinkling streetlights
that line the streetside.
In this place undesignated
on any maps.
Not assigned a flag,
no signpost tags the place,
but he knows it as paradise.
Where comets
fly
and worlds
collide.
Exploding
dust
in colourful
cloudburst reverie.
Every
glance
at the
vibrant
aurora
sky,
a light show
for only
your eyes.
I can
take you there
anytime
Just close your eyes,
take my hand
and count the time.
We will kiss
away the fear,
feel the colours blend,
feel ourselves transcend,
and glide across the expanse.
As I take you over the threshold,
into this world
this little space I rearrange
forever
in my heart for you.
Thanks for reading
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