Before Sleep

it's Saturday, it's late at night
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday's light
is yet to come, yet to appear
uncertainty is very near

dreams I've dreamt have slipped away
they always leave, they do not stay
in this time before I sleep
awake I'm sailing on the deep

sea of all, of everything
the only place I can begin
to let go by breathing in
out and in and out and in

intertwining as I leave
trepidation's ecstasy
with liquid thoughts in flowing streams
as I am touched by astral beams

whose twisting currents swirl around
music playing with no sound
while I'm floating in the deep
in this time before I sleep
Written by bcpoet (Lawrence)
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