Waiting in the time before slumber arrives, our minds try to <br />make us think we're tired. <br /> <br />Filling it with thoughts of sleep, trying to make us feel that <br />our eyes are closing. <br /> <br />It not being quite true, looking around the room, noticing the <br />nodding of our head as it tries to lie down upon our arm as <br />it's pillow. <br /> <br />Dancing shadows throw their images upon the walls of our mind <br />inside, glaring out upon all who say that sleep is blind. <br /> <br />How can it be, when all dreams are sublime and kept hidden away <br />in drawers of nighttime play? <br /> <br />Daring to pull away, lie down, and fall fast asleep, slumber <br />quickly overtakes our mind.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-of-sleep/
