Starship sleep

 

I feel my eyelids droop

like clouds swooping down

over my eyes, as my breathing

relaxes into deep rhythmic sounds.

I feel my body become one

with the mattress. Warping

itself to hold me tightly.

Melding itself around me,

like a cocoon.

Duvet gently brushing exposed skin.

The breath of cool wind swooning in

from the slight opening of the window.

 

And if I sleep maybe

I’ll wake up beautiful.

Maybe I’ll feel more able

to face the day.

And if I just let the sky

combust into dreams

maybe I won’t feel so useless.

 

And I feel weightless,

like I’m floating in zero gravity.

A starship

soaring through

the space waves.

Me, the captain

scouring the universe

for new places to see.

 

I let myself drift,

like I’m on a spacewalk

into the black abyss.

The void, the emptiness.

But it is not scary.

It is peaceful,

with an aura of bliss.

 

And I’m sinking deeper.

I feel every muscle

sever their connection to the brain.

No pain, no feeling,

just weightless breathing.

Sleeping.

And I’m dreaming.

Dreaming of stories yet to be.

I’m dreaming of evergreen.

A walk in the lush foliage.

A kiss beside the bridge over the stream

in the forest in some unseen memory.

And I’m at peace.

My heart beats a steady rhythm,

my feet are not twitching.

My breathing is deep.

And I’m floating on moments

I so wish to be.