Untitled - January 19, 2002

The pure silence lulls -
rocking gently against
the beckoning sleep.

As breathing slows
and the night deepens -
other sounds replace
the bustle of the daylight living.

It's with a slow, gradual
detachment of the mind
from the worries of the day
that dreams become
the norm once more.

Floating from one dream cloud to the next,
everything gains an ethereal shadow -
muting all the coloured tones
of the mind.