I sit enveloped in my chair, <br />My limbs relaxed, my work is done; <br />The radio is droning low, <br />My eyes are heavy as a ton. <br />I know the room is occupied, <br />But sorting voices is a strain; <br />A ghostly figure passes by, <br />I think I'm nodding off again. <br /> <br />I'm wavering between two worlds, <br />One cold and clear, the other warm <br />And filled with floating images, <br />Devoid of bone or flesh or form. <br />I sense a slowly sliding movement, <br />Hear again that far refrain; <br />My head falls from it's finger perch <br />Because I'm nodding off again. <br /> <br />My body is superfluous, <br />And all control I had is lost; <br />Opposing me, a mental bridge, <br />Before I know it I have crossed <br />Into another world, quite real, <br />With time a useless thing to keep; <br />I've left behind all earthly ties, <br />I've lost the fight and gone to sleep. <br /> <br />Written 1995<br /><br />John Carter Brown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nodding-off/
