Sleep
by: Adam Smith
Slowly, silently, slipping into still water
Softly sliding deeper
Darkness rolls in, caressing, staining
Softly sliding deeper
Muted voices mumble meaninglessly
Beating nameless rhythms
Rapping, tapping, slapping fingers
Beating nameless rhythms
Floating outward, up into the sky
Fading quickly away
Clouds and rainbows, sailing ships
Fading quickly away
Falling faster through warm cushions
Someday will I return
The netherworld tightly holds my mind
Someday will I return