A coma like slumber

In twilight's grasp, I seek a calming bed,
Where dreams unfold and slumber softly sings,
As shadows dance, a peaceful scene is spread,
A lullaby that gently soothes and brings.

Like whispered tales, my thoughts begin to roam,
Drifting in realms where time's hands softly creep,
Where weary minds find solace far from home,
And worries, gentle fooleries, retreat.

Oh, slumber's touch, a tranquil lullaby,
Wrapped in a blanket of serene repose,
Serenading whispers, silkily sigh,
Embracing hearts with rest that gently flows.

In this sweet coma, dreams are softly spun,
As night's embrace enfolds, a cherished one.