Sleep Walk
I walked in
Endless sleep.
My smile flicked on
My tears damned
To be held back.
Dazed and confused.
Could no one see?
Did no one look
Or ask?
Or seek to wake me up.
I walked in endless sleep
Not seeing the drop
As the cliff edge
Approached.
And only the fall
Broke my sleep
And
Woke me up
At last.
Now I lay me down to sleep?
I close my eyes, fall asleep and awaken...elsewhere. I feel cool air, warm breath, soft kisses, pounding heart. I touch the door, a window, your hand. I speak to faces I recognize but do not really know. I feel emotions - anger, fear, joy, sorrow...love. I visit myriad places I know but do not recognize... Often, I am someone else, see through different eyes, speak with another's voice. Always I awaken wondering: Am I awake now, or am I asleep?
Addiction
On the nightstand, at the bottom of a glass, the sliced left lemon caught my attention right before sleep. The curve in the rind shaped like a boat drew me down with the ship and I lit a match even before I noticed the pack of Marlboro's with my name on it.
"But I don't smoke!" I said sitting on a pit.
"You do now." Spit the lemon.
Chain smoking into nicotine induced intoxication, I fell overboard ready to drown.
When Sleep is at Stake
When slumber’s sliced like steak and
knife
Lying on dream’s platter
Day’s eyes of round and round bleed night
White sheets, butchered with splatter
Chewing fat encumbers life
Salt-wounds kosher the soul
Searing, masticating strife,
Asleep on beds of coal
Morning meets one satisfied
A cut above the rest
When anger, flanking heart and mind,
Hangs, frozen, un-ingest’
The Science of Sleep.
The frustration of a scientific background emerges in simple, possibly abstract, but often mundane questions. Where do I go when I sleep? Well, there are 4 stages of sleep and REM cycles are when and where we dream.
I can rattle on about the practical, objective neurological information. Sometimes I do, at parties.
I feel safest when I sleep because wherever I am eludes science. There's only so much data that can be generated to denote we don't know much.
A World of Pure Imagination.
When I drift off into the silent darkness of the night, I encounter the essence of mankind in my mind. I go to a world engulfed with pure imagination with no boundaries, just infinite space to build. But as I build, I soon get lost in the reality of it all and encounter creature and worlds not of my own. Monsters and danger follows me wherever I go, and it is not until I wake up that I am safe.
It was always you
I yearn for those moments when I fall to sleep. I wake up in a place, where you are still here. Perhaps it is my soul visiting other worlds'. At least I entertain the idea in my mind. Though when I wake, I find my arms begging to hold you. If only I could rest for a few more minutes...