Such a gift
01.22.07 (6:43 pm) [edit]
I like being tired on a cold rainy night,
My mind longing for the oblivion of sleep,
Though never achieved due to my many dreams,
Themselves not a problem;
My sleep is undisturbed by their creation,
Often dreams have changed my life by what they present,
At times strongly stated in ways not to be ignored,
So yes I also love my dreams,
Even the scary ones that come at times
They too have a message one I would often not listen to,
Hence their strength in their delivery.
I love waking up and then rolling over
Falling again into blessed repose,
Sinking again into the darkness
Quiet,
Restful,
Such a gift sleep
I would go mad without it.