Somnum

Your eyes are heavy,
eyelids almost feeling like drapes
ready to fall
and shun the world
from your eyes.

Sleep is coming in steps
However, all you can do
is wait, while you can't
make out one
from another - they feel
like a stream.

You don't know it yet
but you're already
far off into
a world so distant,
yet so close,
it's as if inside
your slumbering head.

Sights come and go,
lucid and vibrant,
vivid and colourful,
dull and hazy,
and the occasional blur
to make you cry,
to make you smile
or wet maybe.

You kick like a child
inside your mother
and tremble like a pup
kept out on
a cold, dark night
and you scream,
yes you do,
as if there was no
tomorrow, or today.

Sometimes I wonder
if we ever sleep
at all, if we ever
dream those things
or are we sleeping
as our eyes
lay open and
we truly live
our lives when we
go to sleep.