Final Sleep

Sunset at one edge and sunrise at the other.

Deep sleep below and dreams fluttering above.

These wavy lines of demarcation make up the outer edges of the box that confines our unconscious mind.

In dream we find reprieve and in nightmares we find terror.

We push against these soft semi-fluid edges or pull away from them depending on the state of our shrouded consciousness.

When again light returns we are born anew into the freshness of a another day.

But one day all of us will succumb to the seductive warmth of finality and find ourselves floating gracefully upon the currents of our dying mind.

From there we will depart from the stream and into an immense ocean in search of the uncharted shores that our dreams have only whispered of.